First Memorandum

Possibly, its no ones monologue.

Mine has been a life of much shame.
My eyes abruptly focused on that sentence.
I was in the middle of a lot of cleaning with the upcoming New Year. As I organized
my book collection, I found myself reaching out to a book.
The reason why I ended up picking out this book amongst the many was because I
felt some kind of link with the three worded title.
No Longer Human.
I think it was about the time I got into middle school that I read this book.
When I made it halfway through the second memorandum, I closed the book in a
hurry and never managed to read much of it beyond that. Back then, the difficulty
was a little out of my league and as a middle school student, it was fairly tedious as
well. I had plenty of other fun things to read too, so it wasnt like I was starving for
entertainment that I needed to go through the trouble of reading a fastidious and
offensive book like this.
Thats exactly why I closed the book.
In that book, it felt as if I was getting dragged to the surface, as if my true nature
that I was still continuing to hide to this day was getting exposed.
I felt it was possible that even the reason why I attempted to read this book when I
was in middle school was written in that book as well.
Despite that, the reason I was reading this book this late now was because I
thought it was just something to be thrown out. I took it with my hands in
astonishment.
But thinking about it even more, there was no way I could throw out this book.
They say that bookshelves are a reflection of a persons personality.
In that case, Im sure this book was a reflection of my true nature. Thats why, the
only thing I could do in the end was just put it away without tossing it and pretend
as if I had never seen it.
Yet here I am, reaching out to it again.

Could it have been a divine oracle, or possibly fate?

I wasnt one to take those words seriously, but it wasnt very pleasant knowing how
it seemed like I was reinforcing the notion instead by being up in arms and denying
it.
I wiped off the collected dust on the book and dropped onto the couch.
Lets continue the book; continue on from where I couldnt back then.
Because its likely that I needed to see what will happen from there on.

Chapter 1
At last, Hikigaya Komachi makes a prayer to the gods.
It became completely dark out as I was reading my book.
One of my bad habits that take hold of me when I was in the middle of a big
cleanup or tidying things up was my oops, I started reading a book habit.

Close call there If what I was reading just now was a series, I wouldve found

myself entranced in a reading marathon. And once I finished all the volumes, Id end
up spouting, Whens the next volume coming out? Hurry up and do your job,
author!
I lifted myself up from the sofa I was laying down on and returned the book I
finished reading back to the shelf.
With this, my big cleanup was all done. Nothing was actually tidied up, but whatever,
I was done.
In life, so as long as you were unable to get rid of your past stains, then I had to say,
ultimately, cleanups were an impossible endeavor and thus, meaningless. If life was
the stain itself, then regardless of what you tried, youd never see an end to cleaning
up your life.
At any rate, since I was at least able to organize my bookshelf in my room, I made
my return to the living room in triumph.
Only a few more days were left of this year.
Supposedly tomorrow was the last business day of the year for my parents. They
had a lot of piled up work that needed to be taken care of so they were going to be
running late tonight as well. For that reason, my mom had done her cleaning little
by little as time permitted. Before long, the living room was neatly tidied up.
But in the neat living room, there was an individual sprawled out on the floor,
emitting some kind of ominous aura.
It was my little sister, Hikigaya Komachi.
Her upper body poked out from the kotatsu and she was lying face down. Riding on
her back was our beloved cat, Kamakura, who was grooming himself with his tongue.
Whats wrong with you? I asked her on reflex, but there was no reply. Its just a
corpse1 Oh, cmon, Komachi, dying here of all places, a little pathetic, you know

However, it looked rough having a cat on her back. It was almost as if she had been
possessed by an earthbound spirit as she didnt budge at all. On that note, Id really
like it if we could decide on whether an earthbound spirit cat was a cat, spirit, or a
demon already, meow.
I made my way into the kotatsu while lifting Kamakura off of Komachis back and
loaded him onto my lap. Kamakura kneaded my lap to get comfortable, drooped his
head and flopped over, sleeping again. Sorry for the bad sleeping spot. Forgive me,
meow !
When I relieved Komachi of the weight on her back, she lifted her head.
Ah, onii-chan
My little sister who was always adorable had the sinking, rotten eyes of a fish. Oh
my, youre just like your older brother! We really are siblings! So if Komachis cute
and I was similar to her, then that meant I was cute! But, wait, those rotten eyes
were seriously not cute. So if Komachis usual cuteness wasnt enough to make her
look cute, didnt that mean I wasnt cute, like, at all?
Anyway, this was the first time Ive ever seen Komachi look so backed up against
the wall.
Komachi, you okay?
No Im done for Komachi grumbled and buried her face into her cushion again.
She then uttered a delirious mutter with a fragmented voice. Must, get to
cleaning Gotta, throw away the trash Need, to toss out onii-trash
Calm down Komachi. The house cleanup is more or less done. Also, it aint that
easy cleaning up your onii-chan. Youd better be prepared for the long haul.
Uuugh, as far as Komachis concerned, I just want you to get married off already
She gave me a disgruntled look, but there really wasnt much I could do about that.
Thats like on the same hurdle as trying to marry off Hiratsuka-sensei, probably. As if
you could marry off a guy as bothersome as me But this wasnt the time to be
setting up my defensive barriers. Komachi was the issue here.
For the most part, I had an idea as to why Komachi turned out this way. It was
probably because of her exams. Studyings too hard, The mock exams went
totally bad, basically stuff like that.
Ever since Christmas had ended, Komachi had muscled through days and nights of
studying, but with the New Year right around the corner, she was now out of steam.
Mumbling and sobbing, Komachi said, Crap, crap crap

She then made a glance at me.

When I went quiet, Komachi shoved her face into the cushion again. She spoke with
a muffled voice. Sniff, uugh, Im soooo tired
She then made a glance at me.

Man, shes a freaking pain However, I was a senior veteran onii-chan boasting

fifteen years of service. It was times like these where I made sure to understand the
right kinds of words to tell her.
Well, you know. Just studying all the time is a bit constraining. Its almost New
Years Eve, so why dont we take a breather and go somewhere far for our first
shrine visit of the year?
Sure! Komachi instantly answered and abruptly rose from her position.
It looked like I was spot on. Of course, since I was a professional onii-chan, thats
par for the course here. As a matter of fact, I think this country should go ahead and
prepare an onii-chan occupation. What the heck is an onii-chan occupation? Is that,
like, being raised by your younger sister? Now thats what Id call an invincible job.
Then again, thats still considered being unemployed.
But as a professional onii-chan, I wouldnt spoil her too much. I made sure to remind
her.
Thats fine, but youll have to study your butt off until then.
I know, I know. I can study better if I have something fun planned later, you
know?
I told her, but she wasnt listening to me at all. She sat back up and reached out to
a mandarin orange. Mmhm, I mean its fine if youre motivated now
Any shrines you want to visit? Like a place that might give you its blessing or
something.
Mmm
When I asked her, she began thinking.
It just might be that for test taking students, the very first shrine they visit for the
New Year was a considerably important event. There was also the saying,
Whenever youre in trouble, pray to the gods.
If youre seriously in a bad situation, then gods were the only ones you could rely on.
Most people werent exactly reliable, after all. So the fact that you werent relying on
people could also mean that you were relying pretty much on only gods in your

everyday life. A pinchy pinch was a pinch no matter what. A time like that would be
where Id like a Ultra-something.2
If its in this area, we can try the one that dad goes to. You know, the one he said
he stayed up all night just to line up for. Kameido Tenjin Shrine or something?
It was just one train ride on the Sobu Line from our place, so it wasnt that far off.
Of course, since were going to pray to the god of learning, it should be expected to
be pretty congested given the season. When the thought of being in that crowd
came to mind, I couldnt help but make a blech face, I mean, I dont like crowds
after all !
And for some reason, Komachi made a blech expression too.
All-nighter Thats one of the things that makes dad so gross

Hes a good father, give him a break You know, if it wasnt for mom stopping him,
pops wouldve gone straight to Dazaifu, you know I had the feeling she stopped
him from doing all-nighters too.
Well, putting pops aside, theres also the god of learning at Yushima Tenjin
This shrine also had a god of learning, so it was incredibly popular during the exam
season. In other words, it should be expected to be pretty congested given the
seasonetc, etc.
As I pondered over the possible candidates, Komachi groaned.
Mmm, famous places are nice too, but I think a place close to a high school might
give me better luck!
Yeah? In that case I guess Sengen Shrine would be one.
Ahh, thats the one thats always holding festivals.
No, not always.
What kinds of shrines always hold festivals? Talk about having no feelings of
appreciation. Are they stores in front of Akihabara station running a store closing
sale? Just how much every day is everyday?3
But I guess it was natural for Komachi, who wasnt familiar with Sengen Shrine, to
have only an image of festivals associated with it. It being a big tourist spot was one
thing, but actually making a visit to a neighborhood shrine typically only happened
during the first visit of the year or when there was a festival.

But Sengen Shrine, huh? I had the feeling thered be a lot of acquaintances there,

so I wasnt feeling very up for it, but it was preferable to a local shrine. I didnt want

to meet any colleagues from middle school too. Actually, I didnt even feel like going
anywhere now, you know?
As if my hesitation was showing, Komachi gave me a considerate look.
What is it? I asked.
Komachi adjusted her sitting as if readying herself. Oh, you know, onii-chan. Its
not like we need to go together or anything. I dont mind going with mom too.
Mmmm, you naturally just left pops out, didntcha? Thats pops for you, yep.
Anyway, I had a rough idea of the reason why she was being considerate like that.
She may act the way she is, but she had her thoughts on me as her older brother.
No, no, onii-chan had his own thoughts concerning himself too, you know? Its just I
was having trouble understanding those thoughts were since I was still unsure as to
how to conduct myself.
Thats why this winter break of slightly less than two weeks was something I was
grateful for. Of course, once school started up again, Id have to confront the issue
again.
But for now, I was on break. And since it was the break, it was my style to rest with
every fiber of my being. As someone aiming to be a full-time house husband, brain
usage during the breaks was out of the question. Put off the conclusion of your
proposal, take it home and think on it. Thats what they call the knowledge of
corporate slaves! Wait, so is that being a corporate slave or a full-time house
husband?
In order to rest as much as possible and also postpone things further, I decided to
change the subject.
I dont need your bothersome consideration, jeez.
Oh you, if possible, Id like to avoid that myself. Komachi made an ostentatious
sigh. Sorry, little sis, for being this kind of onii-chan.
Well, if youre not going Komachi, then Ill just go by myself like every other year.
Less to worry about and its easier for me.
There you go again, saying things like that
As the ancients once said, New Years Day is the day to plan for the coming year.
That is, if I make unpleasant memories on my first shrine visit, then the coming year
is set to be a year full of unpleasant memories. First thing right into the New Year
and you want to make make the unpleasant memory of being in a crowd of people?
A foolish notion, do you not agree, Komachi-kun?

I eloquently preached to Komachi who had a fed up face. She looked unamused at
first, but now she was nodding her head, and then lifted her head and sent me a
serious gaze.
That makes sense. New Years Day is the day to plan for the coming year Okay,
maybe Ill go with you then, onii-chan.
R-Right Whyd you change your mind?
She was looking at me as if I was trash just a second ago, but now she had an
earnest face, a complete 180 from earlier. She then made a perky smile.
I mean, if I go with onii-chan on New Years Day, then that would mean Ill be with
onii-chan all year long. Thats just so high in Komachi points.
Y-Yeah. I, guess
The words that she told me head-on caused my mind to freeze.

Oh my gosh, whats with this cute sister of mine!? Ignoring that clich phrase she
always adds at the end of her sentences, my little sister is super cute!
Ko-Komachi
As I was sobbing, moved to tears from what she had said to me, Komachi puffed her
flushed cheeks and looked away. She then gave me a side-long glance.
D-Dont get me wrong, okay! What I meant by being together with onii-chan is that
since well be going to the same school next year, itll be something like a prayer for
exam success, okay! That just now was really high in Komachi points, okay!

Ughh, what a cheap tsundere Wasnt that just some cheap Portopia4 criminal? The
criminal was Yasu. Crap, now I feel depressed.

Her forced little act wasnt exactly the cutest thing, but if I pretended she was just
trying to hide her embarrassment, then actually, maybe itd be okay to call her cute.
In that case, lets go together then.
Okay. Alrighty, Ill go try studying some more in my room. Komachi got out of the
kotatsu and stood up as she spoke.
Right on, have fun.
While Kamakura was sleeping on my lap, I grabbed his front legs, waved them to
Komachi, and she laughed.

I gotcha, Ill do my best! said Komachi. She picked up her cellphone and fondled
Kamakura little by little while humming a tune and went to her room.
The only ones remaining in the living room was just Kamakura and me. When
Kamakura went funsu5 with his nose, I shook his legs. He woke up looking upset
and did a stretch. He then squirmed his way into the kotatsu.
I followed his model and crept into the kotatsu up to my shoulder, becoming a
kotatsu snail.
Only a little more remained of this year.
Like every year, it was a peaceful New Years Eve.

The New Year started off safely.

Happy New Year.
Somehow, having to exchange that greeting with family members felt really
shameless or it felt kind of stupid in some way.
However, I had to put up with it so I could get my New Years allowance. Indeed,
my elite education to become a corporate slave had already started since I was an
infant. If its for the sake of receiving money, then I could easily turn a blind eye to
just a little injustice and irrationality, bow my head which I didnt even want to bow,
and wear a faint, servile smile. Thats what being a corporate slave was all about!
As those trifling thoughts ran through my mind, I safely received my New Years
allowance this year as well. Many ages ago, that money was absorbed by the
mysterious moms bank institution and now, there shouldve been quite the
savings in there. Once it was time to leave the house, its likely that money would be
returned to me. Probably, it should, for sure. I believe in her. I pray that she doesnt
remove the M from MOTHER6 and become an OTHER.
Since I was able to procure my money without any problems this year as well, I laid
in the kotatsu and lazed about.
Instead of a pillow, I sat in a tatami chair and fiddled with my cellphone.
When New Years Eve approached, my cellphone was vibrating unusually a lot this
year whereas every other year, never.

They were Happy New Year messages.

I received a stupidly long and formal mail as soon as the start of the New Year, a
simplistic, yet stupidly cute mail, and a mail that was like some sort of written
prophecy from an unknown sender Yeah, stuff like that. I thought I was going to
receive just one more dumb mail, but nothing came. Its not like I was expecting it
or anything. I hastily dealt with the chuuni-like mail and the mail with a raging storm
amount of words by replying to them with whatever.
But I was at a loss with the remaining mail, the simplistic series, THE Cute Mail. If
I went all out and responded with a long reply, thatd be creepy, but on the other
hand, sending back a reply that was annoyingly spruced up with images and emoji
wouldve been disgusting too. That left me with replying back in standard fashion,
but that could give off a cold impression since itd be too blunt.
Life would be easier if there was some kind of template like they had with New
Years cards that laid out most of its design for you Its convenient since it was
obvious whether the New Years card was just a simple formality or not. Things like
New Years cards were usually plastered with illustrations and photo prints and once
you filled in the remaining white space with Lets hang out again! or Lets go drink
again!, your card would be complete. Seriously, Japans culture was quite
impressive. Also, its abnormal how successful college students were using Lets go
drink again! whenever they were in a tight spot. If they drank so much throughout
the year, I definitely thought they were going to become dependent on alcohol. Why
that didnt actually happen was because they only said that as a formality, so in
reality, they never really did go out to drink together, Im sure
While thinking of those things, I typed my reply, erased it, typed it, erased it, typed
it, erased it, typed itEraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase it! Rewriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite it!7
Rinse and repeat.
I want to reply with a long message, but if its too long, that might be kind of
revolting. But if its too short, then I might come off as cold instead. Feeling
apprehensive of what to do, I decided to reply back with a similar word count
instead. This was what they called mirroring in psychology. By emulating the
actions of the other party, your affection levels would increase!
Onii-chan, ready to go?
As I was typing my messages, Komachi called out to me.
I checked the time and it was just about nine in the morning. Our parents had
already left for Kameido Tenjin Shrine. For us two, it was as good a time as any to
be on our way.
Yeah Lets get going.

After confirming that my messages went through properly, I crawled out of the
kotatsu and stood up.

It was several stations of being in a shaking, packed train. We went along with the
waves of people that were spat out from the ticket gate, walking down the gently
sloping hill until we finally reached the first archway gate of Sengen Shrine.
These large archways that overlooked National Route 14 were said to have once
been in the sea. This was tweeted by the official CHI-BA+KUN account8, so theres
no doubt about it. And its likely, long ago, it had a majestic view similar to the
UNIESCO World Heritage Site, Itsukushima Shrine. In other words, there was a small
possibility of Chiba becoming a UNESCO World Heritage Site; Ive already thought so
internally.
Man, this is one crazy turnout

The obvious result of my own personal UNESCO World Heritage Site It sure is
popular
Its the biggest temple in the area, right? Of course everyones gonna come here,
you know?
I see, thats true too It then hit me. If everyone was coming here, thinking on it
again, didnt that mean people from my school could easily make their way here?

Crap, I go to a local shrine every year, so it completely slipped my mind

When that thought floated in my head, Komachi who was next to me began looking
around restlessly.
Oh, there they are.
She then pushed through the crowd and continued on.
H-Hey, Komachi. Where you going?

Youre a test taking student, okay? So you need to hold onii-chans hand so you
dont fall and slip and become a lost child, heck, onii-chans going to princess carry
you! In the direction of my stretched out hand were faces I was familiar with.
Happy New Year to you both!

Komachi rushed over to them looking ready to hug them and the girl ahead
cheerfully lifted her hand. When she did, her bright brown bun of hair shook.
Happy New Year and yahallo!
Whats with that greeting? Happy New Year, I answered, flabbergasted.
Yuigahama was dressed in a vertically knitted beige coat, a long scarf was wrapped
around her neck, and her raised hand was entirely covered with a mitten.
The girl immediately next to her was wearing a white coat and peeking out from
under plaited mini-skirt were her legs in black tights. She was Yukinoshita Yukino.
Happy New Year, said Yukinoshita, burying her face in her scarf. Well, formally
doing New Year greetings was embarrassing in one way or another. I found myself
fiddling with the ends of my scarf as well.
Ahh Yeah, right. Happy New Year.
Okay, lets go make our visit, said Komachi, and she proceeded into the crowd of
people. We followed right behind her.

As we were walking, I nudged Komachis back. Komachi-chan, can onii-chan ask

you something?

Whats that?
I secretly walked up next to Komachi and lowered my voice. Why are they here?
A meeting with Komachi !
Wait, a meeting? I said with a perturbed voice and she pouted.
Theyre my friends, so whats the big deal?
Well, sure But inviting them is, you know, how should I put it? I said, scratching
my cheeks as I was thinking.
Dont you normally call friends from your school for these kinds of events? Well, not
that I knew what normally was since I didnt have any friends in middle school. I
wonder if its something like that. Maybe it was the apparitions fault? Maybe it was.
So this was what they called a loner apparition, huh?
However, the fact that Komachi was meeting up with her old brother for something
like this made me worried about her relationships. I had a pensive look, but Komachi
had an idea of what I was going to say and forcibly cleared her throat.
Well, think of the season right now. Choosing not to invite your friends is like a
form of manners, you know said Komachi, straightly.
I see, I get it now. So the reason why she didnt choose to invite her friends was
because of how nervous they were during this exam season.
Exams drew a boundary.
Its a pretty common story: friends take exams for the same school, only for one
group to fail and the other to pass. When you hear about couples failing to get into
the same school, it made food delicious and when that acts as the trigger for their
falling out and their eventual break up, food became Susumu-kuns food9.
If theyre around the middle school age, then their friendships were definitely going
to get fractured. Especially in the case where they decided to take tests for a college
prep school, someone was bound to be left out since there was a limit to who could
get in. And the person who was left out would sever his ties with them as soon as
he was able. If it was me, thats what I wouldve done.
Its because you were embarrassed, frustrated, bitter, and jealous. If theres a time
when those ill feelings surfaced, then theres also going to be a time where you
restrained yourself, smiled, and then cut your relationships afterwards.

Being aware of your eventual break up was a rather complicated thing. If you
wanted to graduate with a smile, shouldnt you avoid approaching your friends too
much? And thats where having no friends was super convenient! Hachiman thinks
that at exam prep schools, they should start off with teaching with how to destroy
friendships!
Thats why a time like this was where having friends with a slight age disparity
allowed you to take a breather. Both parties could interact with each other without
feeling constrained.
Even now, the three of them would noisily chat with each other while walking,
Komachi speaking to Yukinoshita and Yuigahama and them returning a smile to her.
To Komachi, who had been stuck studying during the winter break, this mightve
been a moment of relaxation for her.
In the waves of people, Yuigahama made darting glances around the area. It looked
like she was having trouble deciding on what food stall to line up on the sides of the
main path.
Wow, its like a festival here, said Yuigahama, and Komachis face suddenly lit up.
I know! Ah, do you want to eat something?
Totally! Then, maybe Ill go with candy apples?
It looked like they were going to wander away from the main path while they were
talking. Yukinoshita, who was next to them, tugged down her scarf and stopped
them.
Well do that after we visit the shrine, said Yukinoshita.
Okaaaay
The two then reluctantly returned to the crowd of people.

That was one sisterly exchange they had going there Theres, like, no place for
onii-chan here, you know
Whether it was because of Yukinoshitas dependable personality, Yuigahamas
affinity to comply with other people, or the globally notorious little sister, Hikigaya
Komachis sister attribute of getting people to do things; whatever reason it may be,
for those girls with an age gap, their compatibility wasnt bad at all.
Yuigahama guided everyone by walking ahead, Komachi followed her with smiles,
and Yukinoshita watched over the two of them quietly while going with them from
behind.
I walked and watched the three of them from the farthest in the back.

And then, it was that moment. I felt a discomfort from my sisterly exchange
thought I had earlier.

This isnt good.

Because I had to think of such an incredibly stupid thing first thing in the New Year
that the corners of mouth had somehow curved up, a smiling breaking out on my
face on its own. I pulled up my scarf as if trying to hide it.
Incidentally, I looked away from the front and my eyes swam around in the crowded
waves of people.
Couldnt they do something about this crowd somehow, I wonder? My train of
thought had me on the verge of vomiting. I want to go straight home right now
But once we made it up to the precincts of the temple after the stone steps, the
congestion had dwindled somewhat.
Its probably because there werent any food stalls set up in the precincts. Since the
shrine was right in front of us, everyone went straight to it without dilly dallying
around. We joined the crowd as well and found ourselves in front of the shrine.
Whats everyone gonna wish for?
You dont do something like that on your first shrine visit. This isnt Tanabata, you
know
Thats true. This isnt exactly something that would actually grant you your wish,
after all.
Wooow, both of you are so boring! Komachi said with a horrified expression and
Yuigahama agreed with her.
Yeah, you two! I mean were praying to the gods, so its better for us to ask for
something since well get benefit from it!

Crap, I have no idea what mysterious logic she used to advance her argument there.
Yukinoshita pressed against her temple as if having trouble comprehending as well
and sighed. Okay Well, I suppose we can leave it at that. However, I feel like the
nuance is closer to making an oath than anything else.
Yukinoshita made a sudden smile. Yuigahama made a big nod and jumped at her
arm. Both of them tossed their offerings and shook the bells together. They did two
bows and two claps. Then, they quietly closed their eyes.
A pledge before an altar in front of a lot of people somehow gave off an air of
grandiose.

Copying those two, I went through with the custom and clapped my hands together.

A wish or something to make an oath to, huh?

I made a sidelong glance at Yukinoshita and Yuigahama.
Yukinoshita was quiet with her eyes closed, faintly breathing out. Yuigahama was
groaning mmmm! while wrinkling her brow. Just what it was that those two
wished for and made an oath to, I didnt know.
Similarly, I shut my eyes. I didnt have a wish-like wish, but I felt I wanted there to
be things that I could manage to do depending on my efforts without wishing for
them.

For now, I hope Komachi will safely pass her tests Because really, this was the one
thing I had absolutely no power over.

After paying tribute to the shrine, we were finally released from the crowd of people.
I scanned the wide precincts and there were shrine maidens, shrine maidens, and
nurses all over the place. Just kidding, there werent any nurses.
Discovering something in the wide precincts, Yuigahama raised her voice. Oh,
fortune slips!
Lets go pull some then.
We lined up and took turns pulling a fortune slip. We shook some kind of hexagonal
wooden box that was filled with sticks. I informed the shrine maiden the number of
the stick that came out and opened the fortune slip I received.
Small luck

Now thats just odd However, for just 100 yen, even if I didnt get anything

impressive, I had to accept it. I looked over the list on the slip and every single entry
was odd. Just how odd? As odd as writing down regarding your health, be aware of
presymptomatic diseases.
I worried over whether I should tie it or not since I couldnt say it was a bad pull as
a whole and that was when Yukinoshita, who was next to me, casually showed me
what she received.

Good luck. Yukinoshita wore a winning smile and told me.

Wait, was good luck all that much better than small luck? If anything, its not all that
impressive since its just so normal, you know? But well, if Yukinoshita was elated
about it, I suppose it was a more fortunate pull.

Competitive as always, huh I thought. Then, going ehehe, Yuigahama showed

off her slip to us.

I got excellent luck!

I see. Im glad for you, said Yukinoshita, her eyes candidly firing up. Is she going

to be okay? This girls not going to keep buying slips until she gets excellent luck,
right?
As I watched over the two in suspense, appearing from Yukinoshitas shadow was
Komachi with a stiff and gloomy expression.
I got bad luck
For a test taking student to get bad luck Yuigahama, who had been smiling
gleefully, and Yukinoshita, who had been burning up with a confronting spirit, lost
their words. The moods totally getting depressing here

Yukinoshita coughed as if to alleviate the situation and gently patted Komachis

shoulders. Youll be fine, Komachi-san. Theres already this ill-omened thing in your
family already, so this isnt that big of a deal.
Is that your idea of encouragement? Well, look here, Komachi. Dont let these
fortune slips bug you too much. In about a week, youll forget what you even pulled.
Youre one to talk
It kinda feels like my excellent luck doesnt feel so amazing anymore
Yukinoshita and Yuigahama made complicated expressions after looking at their slips.
Thats weird Instead of trying their best to cheer up my little sister, they just made
the mood even more depressing.
And it was that moment. Yuigahama clapped her hands together in realization of
something.
Ah, I know. Here, lets trade, said Yuigahama, and she held out her slip to
Komachi.
Eh, are you sure?
Yeah!

At a loss to accept the slip despite being answered with a smile, Komachi looked at
me.
Well, its a lucky charm. Dont be shy.
At any rate, it was a fortune slip of excellent luck from Yuigahama who, somehow,
bizarrely managed to pass the tests to get into our school. Perhaps it had some
amount of blessing to it. It might even be possible to distort fate or defy the laws of
physics with it.
Thank you very much Ill try my best!
Uh huh. If you become my junior, Id be happy, too, said Yuigahama.
She handed her fortune slip to Komachi and in return, took her slip of bad luck.
Yukinoshita who was watching them placed her hand to her chin and started
thinking of something.
Yuigahama-san, do you mind if I borrow your slip for a moment?
Eh? Sure
Yukinoshita took the slip from Yuigahama and tied her own slip with Yuigahamas
together.
We can average them out like this and well both have small luck.
What kind of math are you doing there?
Add bad luck and good luck, divide it by two, and then multiply it by two? The math
was on the side of the sciences while the concept was on the side of humanities.
Was this some kind of recent fad mixing of the sciences and humanities, I wonder?
So now were all matching, said Yuigahama, happily.
Yukinoshita then made a satisfied smile. Thats true With this, our pulls are all
even.
Thats what you were after!?
Whats with that messed up way of solving things like youd do in a pressure-free
education10?
Thats like having everyone at a school arts festival dress up as Momotarou11, hold
hands, and cut the goal tape together.
Im joking, said Yukinoshita, and smiled.

Komachi excitedly put away the fortune slip she received in her wallet and shot up
her face. Since were done with our visit and pulled our fortunes, what should we
do now?
Lets check out the stalls!
When Yuigahama suggested, who had been ready to check the stalls since earlier on
our way to the precincts, Yukinoshita nodded.
The shrine path was the road home anyway. I didnt have any problems with it. Not
that I had any say, since the three of them had already started walking off.
When we returned to the path we came from, the section of lining food stalls came
into view. Along with the standard okonomiyaki and takoyaki stalls, they also had
stalls with amazake12, apparently appropriate for the season.
Amongst the lines of food stalls was a shooting gallery. I looked at it wondering if a
stall like this youd typically see at a summer festival should be out during the winter
and I heard a gasping voice next to me.
Why is there a shooting gallery here on the New Year? Yukinoshita gazed fixedly
at the gallery as if saying how strange.
Well, it is weird, but therell be children coming, so isnt it normal to show up since
its a good time to make money?
That makes no sense Why is it at a place like this?
But Yukinoshita continued to stare at the shooting gallery, looking like she wasnt
listening to what I was saying at all. And at the gallery, there was some kind of Pansan the Panda item there. Ahh, so thats why you were gazing at it
Want to give the shooting gallery a go?
No, thats not said Yukinoshita, fidgeting. Oh, she clearly wants to get her hands

on it

She continued gazing at the Pan-san-like item while mumbling. It didnt look like she
was going to budge unless she won the item. What to do, Im not particularly

confident in the game, but maybe Ill give it a try

When I took into account the condition of my pocket, Yuigahama raised a small
voice.
Ah.
She then tugged at my sleeve.

What is it?
Mm, said Yuigahama, beckoning me over to her. It looked like she wanted me to
crouch down for a moment. I followed her instructions and slightly lowered my head
and Yuigahama moved her face closer to my ears looking to make some secret talk.
Taking this kind of stance was obviously going to bring our positions closer together.
It wasnt something to be surprised about at this point, so I didnt need to be so
conscious about it.
Nevertheless, with the drifting smell of citrus tickling my nose, and her faintly pink
cheeks exposed to the winter wind approaching right before my eyes, I found it
difficult to face her.
After taking a shallow, quiet breath, I urged Yuigahama to go on with a look and
Yuigahama let out a small, small sigh. She then began talking in whispers into my
ears.
Hey, what should we do about our shopping for Yukinons present? asked
Yuigahama.
Ah, ahhh
I gave it some thought.
Yukinoshitas birthday was coming up very soon. The other day on Christmas, when
we had the chance, we made the promise of going out to buy presents for her.
Dont get me wrong, I didnt forget that promise at all. Its just I had been racking
my brain over what I should do. When, where, with who, what, and how should I
buy it, heck, how the heck should I even bring it up? I was thinking through it all
starting from 5W1H. I mean, its pretty hard being the one doing the inviting. And I
was really bad with picking out dates. It was one thing deciding things on my own
since thatd be a bother to the other party. But asking them instead and leaving the
decision making to them made me feel uncomfortable too. Whats with this neverending life of indecisiveness?
Whatever the case, I appreciated the fact that she was the one that brought it up.
Had I postponed it any longer, I had the feeling Id overthink things more than
necessary and be on the verge of yelling Hachika wants to go home!13, so I
answered on the spot.
Then, are you free tomorrow?
Y-Yeah. I should be. Yuigahama had a look of shock and fiddled with her bun hair.
I see, alright, tomorrow it is then

Sure Yuigahama answered and then went quiet, I following suit.

And there, Komachi came over and tugged at my sleeve. Onii-chan, Yukino-san
doesnt seem to be budging from over there
Yuigahama jerked up her face and spoke to Komachi. Ah, Komachi-chan, do you
want to go too?
Huh? Go where?
Um, you see, I was thinking of going with Hikki tomorrow to buy Yukinons birthday
present, so
Ah, that sounds nice! said Komachi, and she made a surprised expression. Then,
she formed an unnatural smile. Then again, Im actually really busy with studying
for my exams, you see.
Th-Thats true Yuigahama nodded. It looked like she remembered earlier that
she had handed Komachi her fortune slip and that she was studying for her exams.
But after groaning a bit more, her face jerked up and she took Komachis hands.
B-But, hey, think of it as taking a kind of break! Besides, I bet if you give Yukinon a
present, shell be super happy, Komachi-chan! I-I also want some advice too! Or
something
Eh? S-Sure, I guess Hmm? Komachi answered and made a puzzled look. She
glanced at me.
You might as well, Komachi. It shouldnt be a problem, I said.
Komachi tilted her head.
Mmm Whats with this backward development? The two of you went together
alone during summer too Komachi grumbled in a small voice.

Well, look, a lot happened. Its just, how should I put it, were having issues figuring
out how to act with each other
Well, if its for that
Komachi looked a little bewildered when she answered, but Yuigahama nodded
happily and took out her cellphone.
Okay, were settled then! Ill send you a message later!
Yuigahamas phone then vibrated.

Oh, one second, said Yuigahama, and she took a slight distance away from us and
answered her cellphone. I followed her with my eyes and it looked like she was
speaking with a close friend.
But asking who was it? was a bit boorish. I couldnt ask either since it made me
feel like I was acting like I was someone important enough to do so.
Until Yuigahama was done with her call, we couldnt go on ahead. So it looked like
we could only wait here. Either way, as long Yukinoshita was hooked by the
shooting gallery, we werent going anywhere anyway.
Thinking that, I looked towards the shooting range and Yukinoshitas shoulders were
lowered and walking my way.
Whats wrong? Done already?
I called to her and with a sad face, Yukinoshita spat out. Yes, Im done. Something
like that is just
Huh?
I peeked at the shooting gallery again wondering what exactly happened. I looked at
the stuffed toy that Yukinoshita had been fixated on the entire time and it wasnt
Pan-san the Panda, but Panda Ichiro-san the Panda14. Yeah, you get that sometimes
at festivals like these. Instead of Natchan15, theyd have Occhan16, instead of Adidas,
theyd have Kazides17.
Komachi who was looking at the same stall nodded convincingly.
Ahh, those bogus things, right? said Komachi.
Yukinoshita placed her hand to her chin and tilted her head. Bogus? That sounds
like someone I know around here. I believe his surname was Hi, Hiki
Um? Youre not referring to me, right? Then again, my names one thing, but you
dont even remember my family name? I said.
Yukinoshita flicked her hair from her shoulders looking upset. How rude, of course I
remember.
Except youre the one thats rude here
More importantly, wheres Yuigahama-san?

So were done with my name just like that?

On the phone over there.

I pointed to where she was and Yuigahama was looking around restlessly while
speaking on the phone.
Right, right. Yeah, the rock steps, I think? Thats what we went down on. Oh, I see
you!
Ah, Yuis over there.
Coming over with a phone in one hand was Miura Yumiko. Even in this crowd of
people, her gorgeous looking collar of fur and her bare legs that stretched out from
under her mini-skirt stood out even if you didnt like it.
And then, behind her was Ebina-san.
Yui, Happy New Year! Happy New Year to Yukinoshita-san and you guys too!
Unlike Miura earlier, Ebina-san talked to us. She sure is a nice person.
Happy New Year.
Wow! Long time no see! Happy New Year!
Havent seen you since the summer, little sis!
I returned a light greeting to Ebina-san who talked with Komachi while looking in the
direction of the girl group engaged in friendly chatter.
Miura and them, huh I mumbled after realizing who Yuigahama was speaking
with on the phone. She turned around and nodded, overhearing what I said.
Then, coming from the rear were a few more familiar faces.
It was the blonde and loudmouthed Tobe, the thickheaded and indecisive Yamato,
and the virgin opportunist Oooka. It was the New Three for the Kill!18 trio. But
actually, Tobes hair is browner than it is blond Its just that it was so pointless that
I never really paid it any attention.
The three of them were huddled in a spot a little farther away from us.
They were making lots of noise with paper cups in one hand respectively. It looked
like they were drinking amazake. Tobe squeezed his cup and gulped it all down and
made a groan-like sigh afterwards.
Sake really is somethin. Firs drink of the year man, firs drink of the year. For real,
yall need to drink more.
Totally, said Yamato as if flattering him. He drank the entirety of his cup and let
out a satisfied sigh. Yeah, well, its only amazake though.

Beeh, Im totes drinkin here, seriously. Its gettin me all friggin warmed up here.
But yo, aint it friggin cold? The marathons seriously not gonna be good.
Totally.
Yeah, totally.

Yeah, totally
After Yamato and Oooka responded, I made a mental nod. Because of a turn of
events in the calendar, the marathon this year was going to be held at the end of
January instead of normally being held in February every year. We had to run along
the seashore in the middle of this season that was getting increasingly colder.

Way to make me remember something so terrible so early in the New Year I sent
a bitter stare to the idiot trio of Tobe, Yamato, and Oooka.
It then hit me.
The three idiots of Tobes group and Miuras pair with Ebina-san were the usual
faces.
But in that lineup of people, the individual that was the center of those two groups
was missing.
Is it only them? I said.
Yuigahama took a step backwards and stood next to me after hearing me.
I think they invited Hayato-kun, but it looked like it was a bad time for him.
I imagine so. Yukinoshita replied with a nod.
Those words were surprising.
I looked in Yukinoshitas direction as did Yuigahama, Miura, and Ebina-san.
Huh? Do you know something? Yuigahama asked, finding it curious how selfevident Yukinoshitas tone sounded.
Hayama-kuns family has been that kind of family since a long time ago.
Ohhh, so thats how it is. Yuigahama made a convinced nod.
Well, Yukinoshita had always been an acquaintance of Hayamas. More accurately, a
childhood friend, so it wouldnt be that odd for her to know about his family
circumstances.

You dont say. I responded in slight disinterest while realizing again that I wasnt
very knowledgeable about Yukinoshita or Hayama. No, I mean even Yuigahama
didnt know all that much either.
And aside from Yuigahama and me, there were two others who reacted.
Hmph, oh really, said Miura with a subtle voice, as if spitting it out, and then
removed her gaze from Yukinoshita. She took a few steps away from her spot,
twirling her hair with her fingers, and made a bored sigh.
Like, Im hungry. Miura spoke briefly and walked off without paying any attention
to her surroundings.
Ah, Yumiko.
Yuigahama called out to Miura who stopped and turned around. But she was
speechless and facing away. Ebina-san made a quick smile after seeing her and
walked towards her.
Okay, time for some food, huh?
Tobe with his sharp ears caught what Ebina-san had said and approached her.
Sup, sup? We gettin some food? Thatd be like my firs meal of the year!

There are guys like that, you know? Guys who attach first to everything they say
when its the New Year. Talk about annoying
Ah, ummm
Yuigahama alternated looks between Miuras group and our group, wondering what
to do.
You sure you shouldnt be over there with Miura and them?
Um W-What are you guys gonna do? said Yuigahama, letting out a troubled
tahaha.
Yukinoshita looked at her and smiled. I should be on my way now. Im not
particularly good with crowds anyway.
Eh, but
A complicated look floated on Yuigahamas expression from Yukinoshitas words.
Yukinoshita softly touched her shoulders, realizing her anxiety. Well be able to see
each other soon, wont we?
Uh huh

I didnt think that would actually convince her, but Yuigahama replied back quietly.
Well, it certainly wasnt pleasant having to see Yuigahama be conflicted between
Miura and Yukinoshita this early in the New Year.
There was no way we could doubt that Yuigahamas desire to get closer was just a
show of her being affectionate.
However, a friend of a friend not necessarily being a friend is common in this world
in the same way having everyone being in the same space and spending the same
together isnt the best thing to do.
Yukinoshita didnt say much, but I knew where she was coming from with her
consideration. Its because the basis for that kind of behavior was something I was
very familiar with. Therefore, I already knew what I was going to do after this.
Alright, Ill be heading home too.
Eh? Yuigahama lifted her face in surprise.
But it wasnt something to be so surprised about.
We only came for the shrine visit. I need to make sure Komachi gets her studying
done at home too.
Oh, I guess so Right. Yuigahama nodded.
Komachi then tugged on my sleeve.
Onii-chan, you dont need to worry about me, so just go!
She raised me a death flag or a survival flag or some kind of incomprehensible flag,
but I ignored it. Whatever the case, the option of me joining that group didnt exist.
Alright, see you again.
See you at school.
After Yukinoshita and I said, Komachi bowed her head in resignation.
Okay, see you later.
We left the area with Yuigahama staying behind, slightly waving her hand in front of
her chest. Yuigahama was probably going to go group up with Miura and the others
after this.
Yuigahamas circle of friends wasnt just the Service Club.

I wasnt sure whether the concept of best friends existed and who it was that
dictated that, but Im sure one day, there will be a day where Ill worry over it.
I pray that concern doesnt mentally tire me out.

We returned to the main path of the shrine we came from originally, passed under
the large archway gate, and went out onto the side of the National Route.
A freezing wind blew through the wide National Route. My body shook from the cold
in response and Komachi and I adjusted our collars. On the other hand, Yukinoshita
didnt look particularly weak against the cold and adjusted only the scarf at her neck.
Komachi tugged at Yukinoshitas sleeve.
Yukinoshita-san, lets go home together part of the way!
I suppose. Yukinoshita looked a little hesitant at first, but then answered with a
smile. Well, there really wasnt a need to go home separately when the direction we
were going in was the same.
The street that connected from here to the station was a shopping district and
because of the congestion of customers on their shrine visit, there were small stalls
set up on the side of the path, the energy toe-to-toe with the interior of the temples.
Komachi and Yukinoshita talked about various things like tests and the things they
did during winter break.
When we made it to the front of the stations ticket gate, having taken our time
walking up the gentle-sloping hill, Komachi made a sudden stop.
Uh oh! D-Dang it! I totally forgot to buy a good luck charm! Shame on me! I even
forgot to write on the wooden plaques too, so Im going to dash back real fast! So,
Yukino-san, Ill be taking my leave here!
Ah, maybe Ill buy a charm too, I said.
Komachi then looked at me with half-closed eyes. Onii-chan, what the heck are you
saying? You dummy onii-trash! You nincompoop! Hachiman! Its fine, so both of you
go home first!
R-Right No, wait a second. Hachimans not even an insult.

I replied back, but my words didnt reach Komachi since she had already dashed off
to the distance. Cmon, youre putting me on the spot by being so spontaneous like
that. What to do Since I didnt know what to do because of Komachi, I will call this
phenomenon, What to Komachi Ooooh my, what to Komachi?
I turned to Yukinoshita wondering what we should do and her shoulders were
trembling and her face turned away.
What? I asked.
Yukinoshita let out a small sigh and readjusted her breathing. Then, as if whispering
inside of her mouth, she said with a small voice, Dummy, nincompoop, Hachiman

It looks like her lexicon of insults was updated with new entries I sent her a

dubious and fixated stare, and Yukinoshita played it off by clearing her throat.
No, its nothing. I just thought you two really do get along. She said with a soft
smile, immediately turned forward, and went past the ticket gate. I followed after
her and went up to the platform.
As always, the platform was full of people. It looked this time was around when
everyone heading home from their shrine visits was at the peak.
We boarded the train upon its eventual arrival and the seats were quickly filled up,
leaving us two to stand. Well, it was only about two stations. We may be tired, but
we should be able to handle it for that long.
The train shook when it took off from the station. I stumbled forward from the
motion and frantically grasped the straphanger.
When I did, I could feel a grabbing sensation at the end of my coat. I made a quick
glance and a white, small hand was squeezing the hem.
Because of that, I put strength into my straphanger holding hand and into my
staggering legs.
The vibrations of the train running, the wind tapping against the window, and the
noise of the passengers filled the interior. Even so, as the train shook, the sound of
faint breathing coming from my right reached my ears.

Well, its crowded, and its shaking. Its not a big deal.
We didnt hold a conversation in particular despite being considerably close together,
and my eyes naturally drifted to the advertisements and notices above the windows.
Amongst them, there was a route map. A sudden doubt came to mind when I looked
at it.

Oh right, are you okay with going this way? I asked.

Yukinoshita had a blank look and tilted her head. My home should be on the way
there, so I believe this way should be fine

She placed her hand on her chin while speaking and checked the route map as well.
Not very confident, huh? Well, way was kind of a vague term

No, I just thought since its the New Year and all, I was wondering what was going
on with your family or something.
Ahh, so thats what you meant Im not going home this year. I dont have any
business there in particular, and its quite bothersome, so
I see.
I didnt know the exact details of Yukinoshitas relationship with her family. I replied
back, unsure of just how far of a step I could take and ask her about it.
As if the anxiety was shown on my face, Yukinoshita smiled suddenly. Its not that
big of a deal. They have a lot to deal with during the New Year, too. If I went home,
it wouldnt be a very pleasant feeling for the both of us, so Im just avoiding any
unnecessary contact.
Also, said Yukinoshita, continuing. There isnt that much of a big difference even
if I was there. She looked out the window, looking at the scenery that rapidly ran
past us.
No problem then, right?
Eh?
Her turned expression had a slight look of surprise to it.
If it doesnt matter if youre there, then that makes it easier on you. You also dont
have to worry about being a bother to anyone. After all, in this world, there are
people who ruin the mood just by being there.
Are you perhaps introducing yourself? Yukinoshita chuckled, showing a teasing
smile.
Right, right. Thats why, to this day, Ive been keeping to myself as much as
possible. Things stay peaceful because of my amazing consideration, so Id like some
appreciation here.
Consideration isnt something that asks for a reward, you know.

That makes sense. Tch, now its stuck in my head. Consideration, does not, ask for a
reward. But while there may not be a reward for being considerate, there was
backlash though, huh? Talk about seriously unfair.
Eventually, the train stopped.

It was the station for me to get off at. Yukinoshita was probably getting off at the
next station and then onto the bus.
Oh, this is my stop.
Yes.
We had a brief exchange and I got off onto the platform.
See you.
I turned around looking to tell her be careful on your way back and it was that
instant before the door closed. Facing downwards, Yukinoshita said with a quiet
voice as if whispering, Ill be in your care this year as well.

1.
2.
3.
4.

Dragon Quest A typical response when you interact with dead bodies.
Ultraman and Sadola.
Every day is everyday is a store slogan.
The Portopia Serial Murder Case Yasu is the assistant of the protagonist you
play as and does everything for you. Wordplay here on the word cheap
(yasui) and the character (Yasu).
5. K-On! A noise Yui makes.
6. A slogan from one of Trygroups CM for tutoring.
7. Asian Kung-Fu Generation Rewrite lyrics.
8. Chiba-kun Chibas mascot animal. Also, the actual tweet in question.
9. Gohan ga Susumu-kun is a brand of spices of the sort you use for various
dishes. Susumu-kun is the mascot who eats a lot but gets mad when the food
runs out.
10. Pressure-Free Education Also known as Yutori Education, its an education
policy that reduces hours of learning in a cirruculumn for primary education.
Essentially, study less, play more.
11. Momotarou Some kindergardeners have festivals where they all dress up as
Momotarou. Cutting a goal tape together (like in a race) is pretty common.
12. Amazake A traditional sweet, low- or non-alcohol (depending on recipes)
Japanese drink made from fermented rice.
13. Love Live Parody of Erichika wants to go home!
14. Panda Ichiro A different Panda mascot.
15. Natchan A juice brand.
16. Occhan Different brand of drinks.
17. Kazides Design company.
18. Three for the Kill A Japanese television series that takes place in the Edo
period.

Chapter 2
As always, Yukinoshita Haruno stirs up trouble.
I raised my eyes to the clear winter sky and running overhead was the monorail.
Standing next to me, Komachi chased it with her eyes. Then, she let out a frosty
breath in exhaustion.
Sorry for making you come along.
You better be. Komachi answered with a violent snort. It was a response that was
exactly like our cat, Kamakura. Thats pretty much how hed react every time I called
his name. Following the footsteps of his master, I suppose
Oh well, I wanted to buy a present too, so I guess it doesnt matter, said Komachi,
another cold breath drifting. Besides, this might be the last time Ill be going out
with onii-chan, you know?
You make it sound like Im going to die soon or something with a lonely smile like
that
Its like she was talking about creating a final memory for a patient with terminal
illness. Put this in the theaters and theres definitely going to be a bunch of
Doraemon tears1. Then again, illness or not, if Komachi started to hate onii-chan, I
wouldnt be able to go on any longer
Thats not what I mean I wont be going with you again next time. Komachi
lightly glared at me, reminding me.

No, I get it myself, you know

I understood what Komachi meant when she said next time. The promise,
though I wasnt sure if I could really call it that, was something I did make
tentatively. The problem was when, where, and how to ask about it. Having no
semblance of experience with going out with others had me at a loss at a time like
this. Just how did everyone invite each other when going out?
Well, thats for later.
For now, what mattered right now was today.
Yesterday, after we made it home from our shrine visit, Yuigahama sent a message
regarding the present shopping.
The meeting place was in front of Chiba Station Vision. It was a very clear and
understandable location. As soon as we left the station, we should easily be

identifiable. The reverse was also true. While thinking that, I let out cold breaths as
a faster rate.
Before long, Yuigahama made her way to us from the ticket gate. Upon noticing us,
she waved her arms. Yahallo!
Yeah.
Yui-san, yahallo to you!
Sorry for being late!
Yuigahamas beige coat fluttered hectically and she ran over to us with the sole of
her boots going pitter-patter. As the hems of her coat fluttered, her knitted garment
that went down to her lap and her skinny jeans stuck out.
So, where are we going?
I was thinking we could wander around and pick something, said Yuigahama, and
she started off, pointing at things around the station.
Lets see, where should we start?
Komachi followed after her and I did as well.
Chiba was a shopping paradise.
And speaking of the standard place to shop for high school students, thatd be
PARCO2.
A strong ally of youth in Chiba City; that was PARCO. Its very likely that the
fashionable PEOPLE, the YOUNG of the NOW, were warring with each other over
where they should buy clothes, split between the PARCO faction and the LaLaport3
faction. And within the PARCO faction, there should be an unsightly civil war
between the Chiba PARCO group and the Tsunadanuma PARCO group.

Stop! Lets all just get along, everyone! Were all Chiba residents, arent we!?
Tsudanumas in Narashino though!
After briefly walking, Yuigahama pointed. Ah, lets go with C-One4 first!
C-One. I know what that was. ICHIRANs5 located there.
ICHIRAN utilized a system that concentrates on flavor where the store was
partitioned into counter seats where you could devote yourself to your food. By the
way, this system of concentrating on flavor was patented. So if we went by that
theory, then that meant loners were had a built-in system of concentrating on life.
Quick! I need to quickly patent that!

The C in C-One probably referred to the C in Chiba. In other words, its the initial C.
Its also apparent that this referred to the local hero, CaptainC6. By the way, Chiba
Batman7 was not a local hero, so be careful there.
The mall which we walked and relocated to was decorated with first sale of the New
Year banners and it had lines of stores. Since the mall was utilizing the area
underneath a bridge, the path continued indefinitely in one direction. Due to the
New Year clearance sale, the mall was bustling with activity compared to regular
days.
And especially in that commotion, the girls who were in the middle of their
boisterous shopping were hitting it off about stylish fashion. For the guys who had
no place in that, they stood three steps, not one, away from them, feeling left on
the backburner. That was me.
Komachi-chan! Hey, look! Isnt this like super cute!?
Ah, youre right! You can take off the fur and match it with something else!
I know! You could probably use it during spring, too!
The two picked out clothes here and there, chatting and frolicking. Thats fine and all,
but were here to buy Yukinoshitas presents, right? Were not here for your own
personal shopping, right?
But just watching them really gave off a girly feeling.
Yuigahama looked busy putting on the parka with the fur attachment, making twirls
and turns in front of the dressing mirror.
As a guy, I just felt too conscious when going inside the store, so I decided to watch
from afar.
When I did, Komachi trudged her way over to me. She looked somehow more lax
than she had been recently.
Shopping with Yui-san is so relaxing
Well, yeah, if you compare her to Yukinoshita
When the three of us went shopping for Yuigahamas present before, I received
quite the shock seeing how far off Yukinoshita was from a modern high school girl.
Yep, going out with onii-chan really is a bummer Well, thats one thing that makes
Yukino-san super cute though! Right? As if emphasizing that, Komachi peered into
my face.
Ohhh, right, thats the one thing that makes me not cute at all. Totally.

Mmm, you darn hinedere8

Leave me alone.
Well, its a bit rude to give Yukinoshita and me the same treatment.
At the very least, Yukinoshita knew exactly what fit her and she wasnt particularly
indifferent to fashion. Despite that, the reason she struggled when we went
shopping for Yuigahamas birthday present mightve been because she wasnt used
to choosing something for others.
That honesty and awkwardness were things very typical of Yukinoshita.
The problem was what would happen when Clumsy-san received a present.
Im going to go check out that area for a bit.
I moved away from Yuigahama and Komachi, deciding to wander around the area.
Its when youre actually looking at stuff and thinking about them that things came
to mind.

A present for Yukinoshita, huh?

I wonder whats good
Clumsy Yukinoshita-san, in short, Clumsishita-san, but anyway, you really were
putting me on the spot, Clumsinon. Aside from the things she liked, she was
someone who liked practical things. Actually, her interests were pretty much that. As
for reading related material, she probably had quite a bit of stuff already and since
she was living alone, she probably had sufficient living necessities and cookware
already. Chopping boards were standard equipment for her chest, too.

What the heck? What should I even get her?

As I wandered around, a Destinyland store came into view.

Uhhh, Pan-san is something shes more knowledgeable about than I am.

I went further and there was a pet shop of related goods.

Cats are She doesnt have one She really doesnt have one, huh? She should just
get one already. I wonder if Yukinoshitas apartment didnt allow pets. I could give
her a cat photo album, but she totally seemed like shed have plenty of those

On the other hand, I could buy something from that accessory shop over there, but
Im not sure so about that

As I was circling around to the nearby stores and groaning, I found myself at my
original position.
And there, Yuigahama was holding some clothes in her arms and looking restlessly
around the area.
Huh? Where did Komachi-chan go?
She wasnt with you?
I thought she was with you, Hikki Yuigahama slightly leaned forward, peered
into my face, and confirmed with me.

Ahh, she did it again, that little rascal

I knew Id be going through the same, pointless pattern even if I called her. I mean,
I was glad she tagged along, so its not a big deal, but she could at least say
something. Theres something called mental preparation. Please dont throw me out

into the wild like that

Yuigahama looked like she was thinking for a little bit while groaning, but after
readjusting the clothes in her hand again, she inclined her head as if checking with
me. Im kinda stuck right now, so I wanted Komachi-chan to take a look Hikki, do
you mind?
Only if youre okay with me not being useful.
Yeah! No wait, you need to be useful here.
Well see. I said.
Yuigahama then headed inside to the store to the dressing mirror. I followed after
her.
I was thinking that maybe a sweater or cardigan would be good since you can wear
that over a blouse. Maybe you can use it at school too. Yuigahama took off her coat
as she spoke and then began removing the knitted garment underneath.
I felt I shouldnt have been staring, so I averted my eyes. Use the fitting room
Was it because youre wearing a shirt underneath that its not bothering you, huh?
Because its bothering me, so stop it please.
There shouldve been a tune playing in the background, yet the sound of rustling
clothes was unusually loud and Yuigahamas breathing unpleasantly found its way to
my ears.
There we go How is it?

When she called me, I was finally able to turn around.

She was wearing a fluffy, warm looking warp knitted cardigan.
What do you want me to say? Well, looks good to me
There was no good or bad. It looked really good on her.
But the problem was that this wasnt a present for Yuigahama, but for Yukinoshita.
If Yukinoshita were to wear that cardigan, itd definitely be kind of loose on her
Yeah, um, as for what part, I wont say.
But shouldnt you consider things like Yukinoshitas size, too?
When choosing clothes, it was standard to wear clothes that matched your size. Also,
as I was told by Komachi, your figure was important and so forth. By the way, she
ran through my clothes for today a fashion heck. She criticized my selection of
clothes as if saying Im going to step on you!9 No, wasnt that just Piko? Or was it
Osugi? Well, whatever.
Size Yuigahama repeated that word and squeezed her stomach with her hands.
Maybe, its too big
Despair filled her face. She then moved her hand that was at her stomach area up to
her upper arm and her expression grew gradually gloomier. Its fine! Its fine, okay!?

Youre big, but well, youre not big! Actually, youre not small at all!
Er, no, its fine. Actually, it looks just about right, I guess

They werent exactly supportive words, but I tried to gloss it over in a fluster. But
because of my suspicious conduct, Yuigahama sent me a doubtful stare. Ahh, jeez!

Whats the correct thing to say at a time like this!?

Well, it looks really good on you, so I think thats fine.

I somehow managed to squeeze the words out.
Ehehe, thanks.
Finally, Yuigahama made a smile. She took off the cardigan and then excitedly
began folding it. Unable to look at her directly and looking away from
embarrassment, a realization struck me.
But Yukinoshita usually follows the school rules, so she isnt going to wear that at
school, right?
Our school had school regulations even if they were still somewhat outdated. Of
course, regulations on our school uniforms and school designated sweaters and

cardigans existed. There werent very many students who faithfully followed the
rules to the T, so it wasnt something to worry about, but the diligent students that
Yukinoshita was included in made sure to abide by those rules.
Oh okay. Thats true. Then that means While thinking, Yuigahama moved to the
shelves with small items organized with scarves and gloves, still holding the cardigan
under her arm.
As she was rummaging through those shelves, she raised her voice with an Ah.
So cute! This might be really fun if I use this to play with Sabure, said Yuigahama,
and she grabbed a mitten that was modeled after the paws of a cat. Then, she had
another mitten modeling a dogs face.
The mitten imitating a cats paw was exactly how they looked. On the other hand,
the mitten with the dog face had the face on the back of the mittens including ears,
and at the thumb side was a lower jaw. Yuigahama put them on and shook her hand.
Its kinda hard to hold stuff with these
Thats just how mittens are.
Yuigahama, groaning as she was thinking, lifted her face in light of something and
popped opened her gripped hands.
Take this! Nom!
She then bit my hand with her dog mitten.
H-How dare you, I said, trying to play it off.
Then, Yuigahamas face became flushed red. If youre going to get embarrassed,
please dont do it next time. Im embarrassed, too. I gently slipped my hand away
from the grasp of the mitten and fanned myself with that hand. The heating in this
store was working way too well.
Whatever, but shes not going to wear that outside because of the design, you
know.
Thats true. Yuigahama nodded convincingly.
As a matter of fact, Im pretty sure Yukinoshita didnt openly wear those kinds of
cute things apart from her normal school uniform. Would she even use what she
received? No, thats not true. I get the feeling if its a present from Yuigahama,
then shed unexpectedly would be pretty happy internally as she put on those gloves
while maintaining a composed look.

I guess well have to find other stuff, huh Yuigahama dangled the mittens back
and forth, thinking, and continued rummaging through the shelves.
Ah, this might be good, said Yuigahama, and what she took from the shelf were
socks that closely resembled the legs off a cat.
Socks, huh? That looks pretty hard to wear with shoes, though.
Theyre just indoor socks! Shes obviously not going to take them out with this
design.

With that logic, Im absolutely sure she wouldnt wear those gloves from earlier
either Well, now that she mentioned it, the sole of the socks looked like it had
antiskid rubber attached, resembling the pink paw of a cat.

Since shell be wearing it indoors, I dont think shell need to worry about people
seeing her What do you think?
Well, shell probably be happy with them.
I think Yukinoshita would probably be happy regardless of what present Yuigahama
gave her. The crucial point here wasnt the item itself, but who was giving the
present. In the same way, who it was that said something was more important than
what was actually said.
Okay, Ill go with this. Yuigahama put together the things in her hands and went to
the register. Amongst them were the cardigan and the two mittens from earlier.

Youre giving her the cat paw mittens too, huh?

Still, a cats paw and a cats leg
Did they sell tails here too?

Now then, I needed to do some proper searching myself. The store from earlier
wasnt selling any cat tails, too.
And thus, we were here; at the Sogo10 Chiba store of Sencity11. The name itself
sounded like itd be susceptible to being a fad. Then again, thats not Sencity, but
sensitivity.

Typically, Id head to the area that sold clothes for gentlemen, but today, we were
here to buy Yukinoshitas present. Naturally, that would mean heading to the floor
that catered to ladies.
That being said, I wasnt exactly an expert on items for women, so Yuigahama was
providing me some guidance.
One of the obvious choices Yuigahama went with was a Western clothing store but
others included stores that had an assortment of small, variety items.
We can just wander around and look at random stuff, right? Like gloves,
accessories, scarves or maybe even novelty stuff said Yuigahama.
I entered the store to look around as well.
Since Yuigahama was giving me recommendations from nearby, for now, I wasnt
getting reported by the employees and there wasnt a security officer conspicuously
patrolling the area. Had I come here alone, theres no doubt an employee wouldve
come inquire, What could you be looking for? stay on me the entire time while I
could feel the prickly stares coming from the registers within the store. My source
was when I stopped by this place by chance some time before. I understand that its

very rare for single male customers to be around here, but um, cant you just be a
little less wary of them because that would help me a lot

I went from a shelf to another shelf not paying any attention to the stares of the
employees and Yuigahama had stopped moving. Written on the display of that shelf
was Eyewear.
What the heck was Eyewear? Just use glasses, jeez. Just how much of an egotist
were you people needing to always use katakana for every single thing? Instead of
HANGAR, just use an actual rack. Theres also calling MEAT SAUCE, BOLOGNESE
SAUCE and calling SPAGHETTI, PASTA, I mean, cmon. No, wait, MEAT SAUCE and
SPAGHETTI were typically in katakana anyway How would you actually say those
as Japanese words anyway?
As I was worrying, Yuigahama tapped me on the shoulder.
When I turned around, Yuigahama had a proud look for some reason with glasses
on and was pointing at herself. Hmhm. Do I look smart or what?
Youre already funny in the head if youre equating glasses to intelligence, you
know
Shaddup, you dummy, said Yuigahama, pouting. She then took one eyewear and
another and checked over their designs. I did the same and grabbed one.

Ohhh, they have all sorts of them, huh?

They had different designs, but they apparently had others with various functionality,
too. Descriptions accompanying them included anti-pollen, blue light cut, and so
forth. Aside from the ones meant for improving your eyesight, they also had glasses
developed for practical use, making them reasonably priced.
As I continued looking through the items, Yuigahama grabbed one and held it out to
me. Ah. Hikki, you should try one on. Like this one.
Ehhh.

This is definitely one of those situations where I get made fun of I stood there
hesitating and Yuigahama hurried me on by forcing the glasses on me.
Cmon, hurry!
I prepared myself and psyched myself up in order to wear the glasses. Per sona!
By the way, I actually like 3 more than 4, so if I was going to be summoning
something, by all means, please give me a pistol to shoot my head with!12
Hows this?
I put on the glasses and pushed it up by the frame with my index finger. Yuigahama
then blurted out. Totally bad!
Oh, shut up

Thats why I didnt want to wear it I took off the glasses while wincing and this
time, Yuigahama gave me another pair of glasses with a different design.

Okay, next is this one!

No.
Dont be a party pooper. Here! said Yuigahama, pushing the glasses to me.

Arghh, how annoying I readjusted the glasses that were stuck halfway on my ears
and turned to Yuigahama to give her a piece of my mind.
When I did, Yuigahama was staring at me, mouth agape.

Really, cat got your tongue?

I mean, Im the one that turned around, but no reaction of all things? I gave her a
look wondering if she had anything to say and when Yuigahama came to, she shook
her hands frantically.
Ah, no, no. Its nothing Its just, kinda surprising how good you look with them,
maybe.
Gee, thanks.
Getting praised made it somewhat difficult to react myself.

Still, surprising, huh?

Even if I thought I knew something, there were still a lot of things that I just didnt
know. Like how Yuigahama who normally didnt wear glasses would surprisingly look
good with them.
At some point long ago, there was something that Yukinoshita had once said as if
out of regret. That she didnt know about Yuigahama at all.
I was the same.
The way I was before, I truly didnt even try to know.
Not just about Yukinoshita, but also about Yuigahama.
However, right now, it was just a tiny bit. It was far from understanding and I
couldnt even say it was ideal, but even so, the three of us had definitely spent and
accumulated time together. Slightly over half a year wasnt really all that long. But
even so, compared to back then, I most certainly did know just a little more about
her.

The Yukinoshita Yukino that I knew

How Yukinoshita would be strung along by Yuigahamas pleas, how she loved cats,
and how she would hug a Pan-san cushion while watching cat videos on her
computer on her day offs.
Surprisingly, I knew quite a bit about her.
If Yuigahama was going to send her cat leg indoor socks, then Ill give her
something to match that.
All in hopes that the time she spends on her own are as warm and comfortable as
possible.

We had been walking for a while after finishing our shopping that we took a break.
In the meantime, we decided to enter a caf. We could have gone to the Starbucks
outside, but this season was rather cold. Also, I didnt really understand how to
order there, so I didnt really want to go today.
As such, I settled for going to a place where I was familiar with making orders at.
You okay with here?
Sure.
I checked with Yuigahama and we entered the caf inside of Sogo. The caf had a
subdued atmosphere devoid of commotion due to it being further in the store.
For two, please.
I informed the employee our party number and we were led to a seat of four. It was
situated immediately next to the windows where the entirety of Chiba Station could
be seen in one look below. After offering the inner seat to Yuigahama, I gazed at
Chiba Station that stretched out from behind her.
I caught sight of the operating monorail and somehow, it made me think just how
super advanced Chiba was. Chiba was one futuristic city, seriously.
I followed the direction in which the monorail was heading and my eyes crashed
with someone who was sitting in a seat diagonally opposite of me.
Oh, its Hikigaya-kun.

That person was also seated at a sofa with her back to the window.
She was wearing a shirt with white based frills, a golden chain dangling at her
bosom. It made her entire person glisten as if the light from outside was
concentrating on her, but in reality, her cheerfully, smiling eyes looked darker than
the clear skies. After adjusting her vividly, red stole that gave off an uneven
impression, Yukinoshita Haruno called my name.
After calling out to me, Yuigahama shifted her gaze to the side and uttered her
name in surprise. Haruno-san er,
Yuigahama adjusted her gaze to the front of Haruno-san. And a male wearing a
black jacket over a jersey in grey, crossed between black and white, was there.
While his eyes, underneath his brown, close to a light gold, hair, looked slightly
surprised, Hayama Hayato was still smiling.
Oh, its Hayato-kun, too.
Hey there. Hayama said briefly, the shine of his dull silver wristwatch escaping
from out of his cuff that he lightly lifted in the air.
I returned a slight nod. We didnt say anything beyond that and the only audible
noise was the faintly played jazz. Mingling with that noise was the sound of chairs
being pulled.
It sure feels like a long time since weve met, Gahama-chan, said Haruno-san,
naturally relocating herself to our table.
Complying with that, Hayama let out a short sigh, took the check book, and sat next
to me.
You two on a date, huh? You little rascal, you. As friendly as ever, I see. Yukinochans not with you? Haruno-san poked Yuigahamas body with her elbow and then
looked towards the entrance of the store.
Ah, were actually here today to buy presents for Yukinon
Ahh, thats right, its almost her birthday, huh I see, I see. Haruno-san nodded
her head while listening to Yuigahama, but she then quickly took out her cellphone
and started dialing somewhere.
Watching her, Hayama unassumingly spoke up. I dont think itll get through.
No, Im sure it will today, said Haruno-san, wearing a smile full of certainty.
The ringing faintly resounded in the quiet interior of the store.

After two rings, three rings, and a few more, the call finally connected, and there
was a small audible voice from the other end.
[Hello]
Ah, Yukino-chan? Its onee-chan. Can you come out right now?
[Im hanging up.]

So fast! Yuigahama and Hayama who were listening to the immediate retort made a
strained smile. But Haruno-san who was seemingly used to this reaction didnt
budge an inch and continued with a teasing tone.
Ohhh? Are you sure you should be hanging up on me?
[What?]
Haruno-san made a broad grin.
The thing is, right now, Im actually with Hikigaya-kun!
[Again with your ridiculous lies Enough al]
Here you go, Hikigaya-kun.
Before she could even finish, Haruno-san forced her cellphone on me.
Wha? Eh?
I alternated looks between Haruno-san and the cellphone in my hand, but she
started playing dumb after hiding her hands behind her. It looked like she didnt plan
on answering at all. On the other hand, Yukinoshita was calling Haruno-san. I guess

Ill have to answer for now

Ahh hello? I answered, not sure knowing what to talk about. When I did, I could
hear her stifled breath from the receiver on the other end.
After a brief moment of silence, she breathed out.
[Really, unbelievableWhy are you there?]

Thats what I want to ask. We were supposed to be here just to shop Just why
was I here!? Just why was I here!? Do-wa-ha-ha-ha!13 Its the yokais fault, yes.
Dont blame me, blame the yokai.
Well, I just happened to be out shopping and she kind of caught me

I made a scowl at that yokai and figured Id try to explain my situation, but I was
interrupted by another sigh.
[Thats fine. Ill be right over there, so switch with nee-san.]
Yes, Im sorry.
I ended up apologizing for some reason.
I wiped the screen down with a wet towel and gave back Haruno-san her cellphone.
She exchanged a few words with Yukinoshita about our location and the sort and
hung up.
Looks like Yukino-chans coming, said Haruno-san, wearing a satisfied smile.
Yuigahama spoke up in hesitation. Um, why did you call Yukinon over? It sounded
like she didnt want to come
Hm? Ahh, actually, we have a family dinner planned after this, but Yukino-chan
refused to go. But if Hikigaya-kun and you are here, she doesnt really have any
other choice, right?
Are we hostages or something?
Dont make it sound so bad. But wouldnt it make for a great story if she rushed
here for the sake of her friends who were captured on her behalf?
That just makes me wonder who the evil tyrant king is here
Oh, weve got a Literature Boy here, said Haruno-san, teasing me gleefully.
Yuigahama titled her head with a huh? Hayama made a slight smile when he saw
that.
Its from Run, Melos!
Ah, ahhh, um, yeah, that I knew that. Ive heard of that, its like super fast!

Does she really get it? Melos ran Melos and Selinuntius
forever!!

14

are

best friends

was basically what it was.

As I doubted her, Yuigahama frantically changed the topic to play it off. Anyway,
having a family dinner sounds nice! Everyones together and stuff
Yuigahama directed her gaze to Hayama. Guessing what that meant, Hayama picked
up where she left off.

Our parents have been pretty close since a long time ago When we were talking
about making New Year greetings, they started talking about having dinner together.
Theyre just having me accompany them.
Ohh Yuigahama nodded convincingly.
Haruno-san traced the rim of her cup and let out a small sigh. Our family and
relatives dont really have it easy on New Years Day and the day before the fourth15
when work begins again is pretty hectic too. So the day we can make courtesy calls
with acquaintances is just today.
Apparently, its an established custom for the Yukinoshita household. But still, if
theyre going out to eat after this, then that meant Yukinoshitas parents should be
nearby I kind of want to see them.
I did a light stretch and took quick looks around. But sitting diagonally opposite of
me, Haruno-san chuckled, easily seeing through that sneaky behavior.
Our parents are making courtesy calls right now. Were just waiting for them.
Ahh, I see
I accepted it after being told. Whenever fellow parents had business to take care of,
they typically left their children together. Back when my mom participated in a co-op
society, since it was a gathering of other moms, she would leave me with their kids.
But look here, maman. Parents may get along together, but more often than not,
the kids didnt It was truly an awkward period of my life.
Listening, Yuigahama let out a fascinated gasp. Making those greetings must be
rough, huh?
We do it every year, so Im already used to it. Well, I do think its a pain sometimes
though Its surprising how this customs still alive, tradition rather, said Harunosan, her voice having some indescribable feeling of resignation.
There was something called an association, whether it had to do with Yukinoshita or
even Hayama who didnt make it to the shrine visit.
Respectable families, the so-called distinguished families, probably had their
obligations. For common people, its a story that didnt seem all that real, but the
fact of the matter was that it was. Well, a household with secretive relative
associations wasnt all that rare. Its just that I didnt know too much about it, but
surprisingly, I think there were a lot of households with unique communities.
Even common people like ourselves had one or two things that shadowed over us. If
you factor in social standing, then the obligations should increase accordingly.

Haruno-san tapped the table as if to brush off the sigh she let out. Anyway, what
kind of present did you buy?
As Haruno-san was speaking, she sidled over to Yuigahama who was sitting on the
same sofa. Yuigahama shrunk back while opening up her bag.
Um I got her indoor socks
Ohh, the floor can get pretty cold this time of the year.
I know! So, like, the last time I went to Yukinons place, I thought maybe the floors
just a little cold, see.
Oh, I totally get you. Im not too good with the cold myself.
In contrast to their girly chat, the guys, Hayama and me, had nothing in particular to
talk about and just sat there listening to them.
But to Hayama, it looked like that wasnt something he could sit still to and he
murmured with a small voice.
Birthday present, huh? Hayama glanced at me. What did you buy?
Ahh, just some stuff.
I see. Hayama averted his gaze, not pressing me any further.
From thereon, Hayama lent his ear to Haruno-san and Yuigahamas conversation,
occasionally responding. At the wrist of Hayamas hand that held his cup, the second
hand of his watch slowly ticked.
All I did was follow it with my eyes.
The hand turned and turned as it was dictated to, going at the same rhythm
indefinitely without breaking its pace. It would make one revolution, then a second
one, and return to its original place, taking a similar appearance as always. But even
so, it would never, ever look the same. While the second hand of the clock would
stay as it is without changing, the time that represented the surroundings would.
Suddenly, Haruno-san who had been looking at the present wrapping spoke. Its
been a while, but maybe Ill give her something too. Her gaze then moved over.
Right, Hayato?
Right.
Hayama lightly shrugged his shoulders and moved his gaze to outside the window.
Ahead of his gaze were the lights of the citythen again, likely not.

I looked at the mirror with Hayamas reflection and unexpectedly, all I was thinking
about was what it was exactly that he had given her a long time ago.

The stagnant time carried on.

Thirty minutes had passed since Haruno-sans phone call to Yukinoshita. It should
take a bit more time if she was coming here straight from her apartment. Having
been the ones who called her, there was no way we could just get up and leave.
The coffee I sipped at had long been empty and the teapot that shouldve had
steam rising from its top was already cold.
Yuigahama, aside from me, was also restlessly turning her head. She then raised her
voice after recognizing something. I looked in its direction and I discovered
Yukinoshita briskly walking in our direction.
Yukinooon, over here, said Yuigahama, waving her hand.
Yukinoshita noticed her and she made her way to where we were sitting.
Yuigahama-san you were here too, said Yukinoshita, surprised. We didnt
mention her on the phone, after all.
Right, right. Um I was out shopping with Hikki and I somehow got caught too
Shopping I-I see
Unsure of whether she should reveal that we were here to shop for her presents or
not, Yuigahama suspiciously stumbled over her words. Yukinoshita made alternating
dubious looks between Yuigahama and me as she was listening.
Anyway, sit, sit, said Yuigahama. She lifted herself up half-way, making space for
another person on the sofa and invited Yukinoshita to sit there.
Inevitably, Yukinoshita sat at a position where she didnt face Haruno-san directly.
She then bowed her head to Yuigahama. Im sorry that my older sister was a
bother to you.
Oh no, not at all. Yuigahama answered, cheerfully waving her hands back and
forth.

Yukinoshita pressed her hand against her chest looking slightly relieved. Then, she
turned to me and checked to see how I was doing with an upward glance.
Hikigaya-kun too, um
Its not a big deal. I had nothing better to do anyway.
I really didnt have anything planned after we were done shopping. In fact, I
mightve felt relieved for the time I wasnt alone together with Yuigahama. That
being said, I couldnt say that was a good thing at all.
And the main culprit behind that was wearing a provocative smile and she teasingly
greeted Yukinoshita.
Yukino-chan, youre sooooo slow.
You have a lot of nerve despite being the one who called me out on short notice
Yukinoshita gave her a sidelong glare while Haruno-san took it coolly. Yuigahama
who was stuck in between had an uneasy smile. Super Smash Yukinoshita Sisters!
Please spare me from that
Why not leave it at that? It looks like Yukino-chan rushed over here as fast she
could so, so
It was a refreshing and recognizable voice that tried to alleviate the tense mood.
Because I wasnt familiar with that voice calling her that way, I reflexively turned my
head. The owner of the voice, Hayama Hayato, had a blunder-making grimace and
quickly tried to cover it up with a smile.

Yukinoshita looked at Hayama quietly, seemingly surprised, and he shook his

shoulders.
Yukinoshita-san, what would you like to drink?
Ill take black tea then.
After she stated, he promptly made the order. After the black tea arrived, Harunosan made a deep, long breath.
Its been a long time since we all got together for tea like this, huh?
Thats true.

While Hayama answered and nodded in agreement, Yukinoshita kept her eyes
closed with her cup in hand. When the chat stagnated, Yuigahama spoke up trying
to find something to talk about.
Ah, ummm Hayato-kun has known you two since a long time ago, after all.
Yep, yep. You know how Hayatos an only child? Thanks to that, his parents were
really affectionate with us. Right, Yukino-chan?
I dont really think so.
Thats not true. It wasnt just our parents that were affectionate with you two.
Everyone else was too.
Even when Haruno-san spoke to them and even when Hayama maintained his smile
and answered, Yukinoshitas attitude didnt change. But Haruno-san didnt pay that
any attention and her gaze turned distant.
Its so nostalgic Back when we were younger, whenever our parents had business
to take care of, Id always be the one taking care of you two.
Hearing that, Yukinoshita twitched and frowned. You must be mistaken with forcing
us to follow you around and do what you want. You were a real nuisance.
She set her cup on her saucer and sent a cold tone and indifferent gaze to Harunosan. Hayama responded in turn.
Ahh, like the time when we were at the public zoo We went through a lot of
trouble at the amusement park zone, didnt we?
It was like that at the Rinkai Par,k too. Shed leave us stranded, shed shake the
Ferris wheel
Hayama and Yukinoshita made gloomy expressions from recalling the days of the
past. But Haruno-san was nodding with a happy look.
Ahh, that happened, didnt it? And Yukino-chan would always cry afterwards.
Wait Stop making up things.
But theyre not made up though. Right, Hayato?
Ahaha I wonder.
Haruno-san would talk to them, Hayama would smile and respond, and Yukinoshita
would nod silently.

As I watched them engaged in their nostalgic chatter, a feeling of reality suddenly

sank in.
Those three certainly had accumulated time together back then and they were
memories that outsiders could not touch on.
Yuigahama couldnt join in on their conversation, let alone me.
I dont know what kind of relation these two sisters had a long time ago. Even if I
knew, there was nothing I could do.
The only things I could do were occasionally carry the bitter coffer to my mouth and
ignore their stories of the past that continued even and respond agreeably. And
lastly, imagine them.
I dont know when it was, but I was asked something before.
That if I had went to the same elementary school as those two girls, would anything
have changed.
Just what did I answer at the time?
As I indulged in my memories and thoughts, there was the simultaneous sound of a
sigh and a placed cup. I looked in its direction and Haruno-san was resting her chin
in her hands, gazing at Hayama and Yukinoshita with eyes lacking warmth.
Both of you were sooo adorable back then Nowadays you two just seem so
boring.
The more beautiful her nicely shaped, vivid lips were, the colder the words that
came out of them. With a pinning glare and an icy smile, the voices of everyone
there were stifled.
Yukinoshita slightly squeezed her fist above the table while Hayama gritted his teeth
and looked away. Yuigahama made a perplexed glance at me.
When the table submerged in silence, Haruno-san chuckled. Well, Hikigaya-kuns
here now. I guess Ill just settle for playing with Hikigaya-kun instead.
No, anything sports related is a bit too much for me
But thats exactly what I want to tease you in. There, there. There, there,
Hachiman, said Haruno-san, and she reached out her hand to rub my head. I
twisted my body and avoided her hand. Oh, he got away.
The way she would speak with her friendly smile made her appear like a goodnatured older sister. Not often did you get to have an older beauty smile at you, so it
wasnt a bad feeling. Even if that smile was a lie it mightve not mattered. Anyone

could have a two-faced faade in the same way Isshiki Iroha would try to appear
cute, so it wasnt scary in the least.
How Yukinoshita Haruno would expose that unknown nature of hers hidden
underneath was what was frightening.
But Haruno-san at the moment didnt seem like shed be saying any more and
brought up a completely different topic with her smile intact.
Speaking of sports, isnt there a marathon at school coming up soon?
Ah, yes. I think its at the end of the month. Yuigahama answered.
Haruno-san showed a look of surprise. Ohh, so its not being held in February this
year.
According to the advisors, it sounds like theyre moving it ahead of schedule to
match up with the calendar. Hayama exchanged a gentle smile as if nothing had
happened and replied with a calm voice.
And there, Yukinoshita-san was making quite the depressing face, of course. She

has no stamina, after all She didnt look like shed be good with marathons.
In any case, the cheerful mood returned.

Thats fine, but the four of them engaged in pleasant chatter somehow attracted
attention from their surroundings. They werent gaudy in the least, but they had
presence. These four sure do stand out, huh
For a while now, I could feel glances directed at us from the entrance of the store.
Well, it was a little bit noisy right now, but these four were attractive people. They
were the kind of people youd end up looking at if they were walking in the middle of
the city.
Thanks to these four, my presence became even more nonexistent. I am a shadow
But the stronger the light, the darker the shadow, the more prominent the shine of
the light becomes16
Since I had nothing to do in particular, I decided to devote myself to being Kuroko, a
stagehand. But still, its abnormal how that sounded like Kuroyanagi Tetsuko17
instead.
I sat there carrying my coffee to my mouth mechanically without joining in the
conversation and my coffee was all gone. Might as well get one more When I
looked for a waiter inside the store, a woman in a kimono was heading our way.

Put up black, glossy hair and a demeanor of tranquility. She seemed younger than
my parents. She walked with a noiseless and graceful gait, balancing her wellproportioned body. Her unassuming countenance gave rise to a feeling of dj vu.

She looks similar, intuitively, I thought.

That woman made her way to our table without hesitation and called out.
Haruno.
It was a voice that traveled easily, making it through all the voices of the customers
and the lightly played BGM and attracting the attention of those who listened. It
caused me to think of someone.
Haruno-san turned around after being called.
Ah, did you finish your business?
Yes. I came here to call you two since were going to have a meal after this.
Hayato-kun, Im sorry for making you wait.
Not at all, please dont worry about it. We were able to pass the time thanks to
everyone here. Hayama answered in a friendly manner.
Then, he faced us and the woman moved her gaze around as well.
Yukinoshitas presence mustve been rather unexpected. She muttered an Oh my
with a lively voice. She then wore a gentle smile.
Yukino, so you did come. Im glad
Mother Yukinoshita muttered, either in surprise or in dejection.
Speaking of which, her appearance and her displayed demeanor was remarkably
similar to Yukinoshita. Once she got older, theyd be two peas in a pod. Yet, the
reason why I didnt notice that on first glance was because there was a forceful
intensity. She had a dignity that caused me to think twice before trying to speak to
her casually. I instinctively straightened my back.
Yukinoshita gulped, gently touched her elbows, embraced her own body, and
averted her gaze as if she didnt belong.
Just how did her daughter look to her? Yukinoshitas mother expressed a gentle
smile.
Next to Yukinoshita who had lost her words, Yuigahama slipped out her words.
Woow, shes crazy beautiful

While Yuigahama was surprised, Yukinoshitas mother gave us a light bow and asked
Haruno-san. Haruno. Are they your friends?
Yep. Hachiman and Gahama-chan. Haruno-san introduced us considerably crudely,
either because she was continuing on from her charade from earlier or she found it
too bothersome to explain.
Ah, Im Yukinons friend, Yuigahama Yui.
Yuigahama bowed her head in a fluster and I nodded in succession. But having to
introduce myself to a girls parents made me a little nervous I thought, but as I
was hesitating to name myself, it looked like what Yuigahama had said drew
Yukinoshitas mothers attention.
Yukinon Yukinoshitas mother gently placed her hand to her chin and narrowed
her eyes, alternating looks between Yukinoshita and Yuigahama.
Oh my, my apologies, so you were Yukinos friend. You looked rather mature that I
just assumed.

Mature Ehehe.

Yuigahama looked pleased about it, but those words gave me a slight feeling of
discomfort.
If I had to say, Yuigahamas looks were on the side of childish and innocent. At the
very least, her behavior and gestures didnt give the impression of someone cool and
collected.
But apparently making a trivial mistaken assumption, Yukinoshitas mother placed
her hand to her cheeks and happily spoke to Yuigahama. Oh, is that so Hayatokuns the only one I know amongst Yukinos classmates, so Please get along with
her from now on, okay?
Yes!
Yuigahama vigorously answered back and Yukinoshitas mother lightly lowered her
head. I missed the timing to name myself, but well, it looked like she didnt have any
interest in me at all and I doubt wed ever meet again, so I didnt mind it. She then
turned to Haruno-san and Hayama.
Well then, shall we get going?
Okaaaay.
Haruno-san stood up and Hayama followed suit after taking the checkbook in his
hand. But Yukinoshita, who was sitting in front of me, didnt move.
Seeing that, Yukinoshitas mother calmly asked. Yukino, youre coming along as well,
right?
It was a question, but at the same time, it wasnt. Packed in that short sentence
were all sorts of implications.
I Yukinoshita spoke hesitantly.
Her mother added to her words as if imploring her. Were also celebrating your
birthday.
It was an affectionate, warm gaze and a gentle, reprimanding tone. Yet, in them
was a powerful force of compulsion.

Yukinoshita bit her lips, faced downwards, and peeked a glance in my direction. Uh,

even if you look at me

Haruno-san caught that. Yukino-chan, thats no good.

Feelings of amusement shook in those cold eyes. With a vicious smile, Haruno-san
spoke with a severe tone wearing a vicious smile and Yukinoshitas shoulders
jumped.
A moment of silence continued briefly.
Haruno-san continued watching Yukinoshita while Hayama looked at the two
anxiously. Yuigahama shrunk back as if feeling out of place. I set my gaze outside
the window and let out a weak sigh pretending not to notice.
In that time, no words were exchanged and the somehow uncomfortable period of
time continued on.
It wasnt just for me.
But also for Yuigahama. And also for Yukinoshita.
Or possibly, everyone there mightve felt the same way.
Yukinoshitas mother tilted her head wondering what to do and placed her hand on
her temple. She then glanced at the two of us.
I know, by all means, your friends can join us What do you think? Yukinoshitas
mother smiled at Yuigahama and me.
Im sorry. I dont want to overstay my welcome I answered and rose. With an
attendance of complete relatives, it wouldve been too awkward to be there.
More importantly, I wasnt that dense that I would overlook a simple sign like this.
I see. I thought perhaps you could have joined us She said, not looking to stop
us as obvious as that shouldve been.
Well, well be taking our leave here.
E-Excuse us.
Yuigahama lowered her head, I lightly nodded, and we left our seats. Hayama
exchanged a brief goodbye, See you later and Haruno-san waved at us with a
smile.
Yukinoshita stood up right after us and sent a casual look to her mother. Her mother
slightly pulled back her chin and nodded back.
When Yukinoshita followed us to the front of the store to send us off, she hung her
face.
Im sorry you needed to be considerate for me, said Yukinoshita, apologetically.

Yuigahama shook her hands back and forth. No problem! I mean, I feel like we got
something good out of it since we got to see Yukinons mom!
I see. Then thats fine Yukinoshita answered, but her lifted face was still gloomy.
Yuigahamas face clouded when she saw that. But she promptly thought of
something and began rustling through the bags under her arm.
Ah. I know, here. Its a bit early, but this is for your birthday tomorrow.
Yuigahama handed her the bag with presents to Yukinoshita. Since Yuigahama was
giving it to her now, I decided to do the same.
Congrats.
Th-Thank you Yukinoshita had a look of confusion, stiffly staring at the bags, but
eventually spoke with a disconnected voice. Then, she embraced the bags at her
chest and her face broke into a smile.
Watching Yukinoshita, Yuigahama slipped a smile out as well. Lets celebrate your
birthday again at school!
Alright, see you later.
Yes See you later.
After we bid farewell to Yukinoshita who was slightly waving her half-open hand, we
headed to the elevator.
I pressed the button of the elevator to head down, but it was going to take some
time before it made it up to our floor. While waiting. Yuigahama let out a moved
gasp.
So thats Yukinons mom, huh? They really do look alike.
I guess so.
True, Yukinoshita did resemble her mother. At the very least, I think their outward
appearances and surface demeanor were very alike. But on a more intuitive level,
she was closer to Haruno-san. I felt like I could understand what Haruno-san had
said about her mother back then a little.
But, its like,
When Yuigahama began to speak, wondering whether to say or not say, the sound
of the elevator went off and the door opened.
We both went inside, I pressed the button to the first floor, and Yuigahama spoke
up again. It was likely a different matter from earlier.

Then again, I guess Hayato-kun and Yukinon really are childhood friends, huh? I
mean, I did hear about it at some point.
What do you mean by really? Its not like they were lying.
I know that. They just didnt give off that vibe. If they knew each other from back
then, I think itd be okay if they talked to each other a bit more.
People have their own circumstances, right? Just because you go to the same
school as someone doesnt mean youll talk to him.
Mmm, I guess so.
The past is an inviolable domain for only those who are concerned. Beautiful and
warm memories arent the only ones that existed there; so do unsightly and cold
ones.
Its by having that past that the gap between those memories becomes larger when
a discontinuity forms. Accumulating them together is separate from accumulating
them individually. While the heights of the accumulation may be the same, they are
different peaks that lead to different summits. That difference can change a lot of
things. Positions, environments, and even the way someones name is called.
The elevator continued down without making any stops.
In the silence, only the low sounds of motion reached my ears. Our legs shook
slightly in response to the vibrations.
And down and down we went, just plunging deeper and deeper, silently.
The moment when the elevator stopped and we arrived at our floor, I felt looking at
the scenery beyond the opened door to be slightly frightening.

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Chapter 3

A coined term from the Doraemon series, a movie in particular.

PARCO A chain of department stores in Japan.
Lalaport Large shopping mall.
C-One Another large shopping mall.
ICHIRAN Ramen shop.
CaptainC A real local hero.
Chiba Batman A recent known resident who rides around town in a Batman
outfit with the goal of bringing smiles back to the city.
8. Hindere Komachis made up archetype for Hachiman. Its essentially
twisted dere.
9. Piko & Osugi Famous pair celebrity in Japan. A line they use.

10. Sogo Department store.

11. Sencity Tower A skyscraper building with stores inside.
12. Persona Characters scream this line when they summon their persona in the
games, which are typically familiars of the sort. Glasses are a revolving theme
in Persona 4 while the gun to the head is one for Persona 3.
13. Yokai Watch A game produced by Level-5. Lyrics from a song in that
game.
14. Run, Melos A parody of the book that got popular amongst high school girls.
Similar to BFF in a way. High school girls typically like to make parts of their
messages small for some reason.
15. New Years Typically January 1-3 are days when businesses are closed.
January 4 is the typical day where businesses open up again.
16. Kuroko no Basket An analogy used to compare the MC with his supporting
player.
17. Kuroyangai Tetsuko Word play. Devote (tetsu suru) myself to being a
stagehand (Kuroko).

Chapter 3
At some point, Isshiki Iroha makes herself at home.
The end of the first three days of January also meant the end of the New Year
holiday craze.
My parents who were lounging around immediately returned to their busy schedule
when work resumed and Komachi finally shifted into serious mode for her exams.
As such, with nothing to do at home, Kamakura and I spent our days in comfortable
lethargy.
But the peaceful passage of time doesnt mean your mind is at peace. A person
becomes more anxious the longer they spend time doing nothing. To be busy is to
devote your full attention to something while everything else stays outside the span
of your attention. Its when you have free time that you find yourself thinking about
the aimless future. You then fall into depression. Ahhh, I really dont want to go to

school or work

Especially during this limited winter break, you were easily susceptible to these kinds
of thoughts.
Youre reminded that this time of emptiness and permissible idleness will eventually
come to an end. To us, we know by heart that this amiable period of time wont
continue on forever.
Time will mindlessly go on, placing a strong, mental burden on an individual in order
to make apparent that there is a definite end. I wonder if this is how NEETs feel
when they realize their parents they were so dependent on have gotten old I
thought at the kotatsu, patting the belly of my cat.
But it was by surpassing that burden that made you a true warrior. A true,
unemployed warrior. The people who say its time to get serious for the first time
after being cornered were unemployed people and light novel authors. It came to
reason that being unemployed equated to being a light novel author. Q.E.D.1 Or
Spirals: The Bonds of Reasoning2 instead.
I was stuck with those thoughts and once I realized it, it had already become the
END OF VACATION3.
School would be starting today henceforth.
But due to the messy rhythm of my life, I was met with a hectic morning.
As I washed my face, I roughly combed my unkempt hair and looked into the mirror.
My sleepiness was blown away by the chilly morning and the freezing water.

Alright Lets do my best today, too.4

The classes following the end of winter break were enveloped in an unruly
atmosphere.
My classmates who exchanged greetings like Long time no see and Happy New
Year! somehow looked restless. Its likely because they had plenty to talk about
from over winter break. Everyone was clamorous and imbued with energy far
different from the usual. It mightve been because its been a long time since they
had spoken, the New Year, and the exciting air that was especially unique at the
beginning of a new semester.
However, those reasons were likely not the only ones.
The scrap of paper that was passed out to us during the morning short home room
(SHR) was one of the causes.
My eyes were fixated on that paper as the words of the homeroom teacher went in
one ear and out the other. Written on the paper was Prospective Career Path
Questionnaire. This had been given out several times before, but this was
apparently the last one of our second year. Our third year electives for humanities
and sciences would be officialized according to this sheet.
Whether we liked it or not, it made us aware that our time as second year high
school students would end.
The year had changed and what remained of the time we could spend in this class
was little. The year gradually marched on and we could feel the passage of time
becoming faster. Im sure I wasnt the only one.
We were a week into January and there was only a little left of this school year. The
time we could spend in class was just short of three months.
The main school events were done and anything after January somehow felt like a
throwaway period. No goal to head to meant having no events to hold. But going
away along with that was the awareness towards friendly people in the surroundings,
leading to the current commotion.
Moreover, once we were third years, we wouldnt attend school starting from
January and on to prepare for exams. So in reality, this winter was the last winter of
our high school life.

Youre reminded that this time of emptiness and permissible idleness will eventually
come to an end. To us, we know by heart that this amiable period of time wont
continue on forever.

The noisy atmosphere saw no change even after school.

There were still an abundance of students left in the classroom seemingly because
they werent satisfied with their talking yet. Conspicuous amongst them was the
group that revolved around Hayama Hayato and Miura Yumiko.
Tobe, Oooka, and Yamato were engaged in their typical idiotic conversation while
Hayama was looking out the window with his chins in his hand. Occasionally, he
would respond as needed to the three of them in light of something with a smile.
Their immediate neighbors, Miura and the others, were apparently engaged in
another discussion.
Miura was sluggishly twirling her blonde hair with her fingertips like always and was
slumped against the back of her chair. She was glaring at the Prospective Career
Path Questionnaire in one hand.
Yui, what are you gonna go with? Miura asked Yuigahama, who was diagonally
opposite of her, while flapping the sheet of paper.
Im probably gonna go with humanities, maybe.
Ohh. Ebina, you?
Im doing the same thing. What about you, Yumiko?
Im still thinking.
Ebina-san, sitting in front of Miura, answered as she was adjusting her glasses.
Miura replied back and glanced to her side.
In that direction was Hayamas group.
Miura paused to think as she was watching them and called out. Tobe, what are
you gonna do?

Tobe turned around after he was suddenly brought up and he tilted his head, not
knowing what she was talking about. But it looked like he perceived the situation
after seeing the paper in Miuras hand.
Ahh, my career path, ehh? Nah, Im still figurin out what to do, but I do suck at
memorizin stuff. I might go with the sciences.
Huuuh?
Wha, unexpected.
Miura cocked her head in a degenerate way, ridiculing him and Yuigahama was
surprised. Well, it certainly was unexpected. For the most part, Tobe didnt look like
the type of person who could sit through a science curriculum. I wasnt the only one
who thought that as Oooka and Yamato nearby checked with his sanity.
Sciences? You serious?
Calm yourself.
It looked like even Tobe didnt take their remarks too kindly. His mouth distorted
and he argued back.
Whaddya want me to do? Rememberin English vocab is like playin a game on
steroids.

No, no, English is necessary for both the humanities and the sciences, you know
Oooka and Yamato looked relieved that Tobe didnt put into any thought on deciding,
joined their shoulders together, and spoke close to his ears.
Lets go with the humanities together, eh? Yeah?
Getting credits in the sciences at college is pretty hard, dude.
Yeah, yeah, listen to Yamato. College humanities are easy peasy, so we can hang
out all the time, you know? We can only really hang out while were still students, so
we gotta think about the future!
It looked like Oooka and Yamato chose their career paths, thinking about how to
postpone working full-time instead of continuing their education. Still, was this guy
really saying to think about the future in that sense?
People who typically say those things tend to lecture kids with a self-satisfied look
only after they started working later on. Theyd default to Youll end up regretting
not studying more as a student, you know?

Fuhaha! Those people should just agonize over their job hunting days! They should
just stick to climbing Mt. Fuji as fast as possible just so they could have a story to
tell at a job interview. On the other hand, I had no desire to work, so its possible
the quality of my soul might be lower than theirs.
But to Tobe, that persuasion was super effective5!
Ohh, that works too. Thatd save me some trouble, for real. Tobe was ensnared
instantly. Tobes future blacked out6!
But it looked like even Tobe had concerns about his career path, so he asked the
others. Whats everyone else doin?
Hina and I are probably doing humanities. And Yumikos still thinking, said
Yuigahama.
Tobe flicked up his nape hair and glanced at Ebina-san to see what she was doing.
Ohh, serious. Maybe Ill hit up the humanities, too.
But they do say the sciences have better job prospects. So I think the sciences are
good. You can multiply the chemical elements of the Periodic Table7, too.
Ebina-san was speaking seriously at first, but towards the end, she was making her
rotten gufufu laugh.
Ah, ahh, that makes sense. Th-That works, too. Yeah, yeah, totally.

No. No, it doesnt. Tobe, however, was nodding his while recoiling back. As usual,
Ebina-sans protective barrier was standing strong as ever.

What made things different from than normal was how everyone else reacted. The
person that would typically keep Ebina-san from going out of control by knocking
her on the head wasnt doing anything today. Finding that odd, Ebina-san turned her
gaze to Miura.
Miura was absentmindedly looking in Hayamas direction, not paying any attention to
what Tobe and the others were discussing.
How about you, Hayato? Miura asked Hayama who had been watching over
them the entire time without participating.
He lightly shrugged his shoulders and made a wry smile. I do have something in
mind for now.
Hmmm

Miura responded listlessly and averted her eyes from Hayama. Unlike her attitude,
her face indicated she still wanted to ask more. However, Hayama ended the
conversation on that note with just a smile. With a smile like that, it looked like
Miura couldnt ask any further and lost her words. When the conversation halted
between the two, Tobe barged in.
Ya know, Hayato-kun, couldnt ya tell us which one? I dunno which to pick.
Whatre you going to do after hearing mine? Youll regret it if you dont think about
it seriously.
Hayamas words were sound.
I dont have any intention of saying something aggrandizing as decide your things
by yourself. When you come up with an answer that conforms to someone elses
answer and it doesnt go well, youll always end up blaming that person. Youll
become desperate to look for the criminal of your life. Even though youre the one
with the conformist answer, youll hold a grudge towards that person. An attitude of
compromise and deception is undoubtedly dishonesty.
Tobe went ehh, ughh, and weeey from Hayamas lecture, but was somehow
convinced.
Well shucks, guess Ill think about it harder. Tobe mumbled. The others nodded
and that was the end of that conversation.
Running out of common things to discuss, a brief moment of silence fell over them
Oooka spoke up out of tact as if remembering something and spoke to Hayama.
Speaking of which, Hayato-kun, are you seriously dating Yukinoshita-san?
Huh?
Everyone including Miura had their mouths opened in dumbfounded amazement. My
mouth mightve been open, too. What are you blabbering about all of a sudden,
Oooka? Theres no way thats true, I think It shouldnt be, right? Yeah it

shouldnt be

When Oooka threw the unexpected curve ball at them, time was stopped for
everyone. But the time still continued on.
Huuuuuuuh!? Miura noisily stood up from her seat.
My classmates who were chatting noisily directed their gazes towards them in
curiosity. The classroom was suddenly enveloped in silence.
With everyones attention concentrated on them, Hayama glared at Oooka. Whos
saying something irresponsible like that?

The voice he wrung out was sharp.

Hayama emitted an aura that was separate from his typical one and Oooka lost his
words in astonishment. Hayamas gaze, however, wouldnt allow for even silence.
Hayamas expression was something I had seen before. It was back during late
autumn when we were with Orimoto and her friend.
Pressured by the glint in Hayamas eyes that didnt waver, Oooka answered his
question in a fluster.
Nah, its more like a rumor Something about you two being seen together over
winter break or something said Oooka, barely managing to answer.
Hayama let out a short sigh, lowered the corner of his eyes, and curved his mouth
upwards. Oh, is that it? Sorry, but its not that fun of a story. We only met because
of family business. Besides, theres no way thats true. Right, Tobe?
With his typical smile, Hayama patted Oookas shoulders and asked Tobe with a
bright voice.
Ah. Ahh, totally! Yeah, totally!
Right?
When a self-deprecating smile was directed to them, Oooka and Yamato agreed.
Y-Yeah, thats true! Nahh, I totally thought it was baloney!
Then just say so. Hayama jokingly poked Oooka in the head.
No matter how you looked at it, it was a conversation between boys. After getting
poked, Oooka played it off and the classroom gradually grew lax.
Hayama picked up his bag and stood up.
We should get going to club. Ill head over once I turn in my questionnaire to the
facultys office.
Alrightyy.
Okay, we should get going too.
Unanimously cheering, Tobe followed by Oooka and Yamato stood up, lightly waved
to Miura and the others with a see ya, and walked off.
Miura watched them leave from behind quietly. She slightly bit her lips and
continued twirling her long hair with her fingertips without moving.

Yuigahama gently placed her hands on her shoulders. Its okay, dont worry. Um, I
was there, too.
Youre kidding? Miura asked anxiously.
Yuigahama smiled. Nope. I was shopping on that day and then I met with
Yukinons onee-chan, and so like, Yukinons family and Hayato-kuns family are
acquaintances, so it was like a New Year greeting kind of thing. So, Yukinon was
called to that too.

Thats a terrible explanation Its like listening to a child speaking

Ebina-san nodded her head to the crude explanation and summed it up. I see. So
they met up because of family business and then someone happened to see them
and that turned into a rumor.
Uh huh, probably.
Its because Hayato-kun and Yukinoshita-san stand out a lot, so its easy for them
to leave an impression on people.
After eavesdropping on their conversation up to that point, I stood up from my seat
and left the classroom.

The commotion after school propagated to the hallways as well.

The school had just resumed from winter break and the premises were still
somewhat restless. The usually empty hallway that led to the special building saw
some student traffic.
Did you hear? The thing about Hayama-kun.
Ahh, that. Sounds totally real, doesnt it?
The girls that passed by me gossiped about the things they had apparently just
learned moments ago.
Just like Ebina-san had said in the classroom, its likely pieces of information were
strung together, turned into a story with some guesswork, evolved into a trend of
fun, and dispersed.

It wasnt even a story that involved me at all, but a discomfort crawled up my neck
that made me want to duck my head in as I was listening to the gossip.
That discomfort was likely due to the revolting nature of the people whose names I
didnt even know were gossiping things as they pleased.
The problematic point with gossip like this has to do with the fact they arent
necessarily speckled with bad will from one person to another.
Its because its funny, its because everyones interested, and its because its about
the two that stood out. Thats why its okay to say anything about them. No one
questions that explanation and it becomes the topic of the day. They irresponsibly
propagate mistaken information without authenticating it. Regardless of how much
trouble it causes for someone, they can pardon themselves of responsibility with its
just a rumor. Theyre the ones that stay out of the spotlight, yet when the situation
doesnt go in their favor, they dont hesitate to blurt out that theyre just an average
citizen of the masses.
Just the thought of that was completely sickening. If thats how things were going to
be, its a lot better to just overhear people insult you from behind your back.
While I indulged myself in those thoughts, I could hear the sounds of patting
footsteps coming after me. The only one who walked this lively was Yuigahama. I
relaxed my pace and Yuigahama quickly caught up.
Yuigahama lined up next to me and hit my waist with her bag. Why are you going
on ahead without me?
Well, it looked like you were still talking

First of all, I dont recall promising to go to club together with you Well, there was
that promise in December to go to club together. This mustve been a continuation
of that for Yuigahama.

Hey, did you hear the talk earlier? You know, the thing about Yukinon and Hayatokun.
Well, you guys were pretty loud
Not only was her group noticeable as it is, Miura even yelled out Wasnt everyone
that was still left in class watching at the time?
Well, a rumors a rumor. Theres just no way.
I think so too, but Yuigahama stopped her words for a moment and quickly lifted
her face. But I was just wondering that maybe that might be true for Yukinon
someday. Hayato-kun, too.

I tried imagining it, but a proper image just didnt come to mind. Yukinoshita was
obvious, but I couldnt imagine Hayama holding a romantic relationship with a
specific individual.
I spilled out my impressions. Honestly, its hard to imagine seeing Yukinoshita
date anyone.
Why?
What do you mean why?
Even if she looked at me so curiously, I was at a loss. The reason shouldve been
completely clear to me, too.
In her case, just going out with people is, you know I said.
Yuigahama made a grimace and groaned. Ahh, right. Well, um. Thats, er, yeah.
Right?
Mmmm Ah! No, no, no, thats not what I wanted to ask! But I cant disagree
either Yuigahama continued groaning while tilting her head.
By then, we had already reached the end of the hallway. And then we were at the
front of the club room. Before placing my hand on the door, I coughed once and
suppressed my voice.
Anyway, dont bring this up in the club.
Eh? Why?
Because shes definitely going to get mad.
True!
Its already been about close to a year since weve known each other. So if I thought
about what would happen, then I could imagine Yukinoshita getting angry. If she
knew that she was being used as material for the thoughtless gossip, theres no
doubt shed blow a fuse.
Before entering the room, Yuigahama and I exchanged looks and nodded. I then
opened the door to the room that we hadnt been in for a long time.

The club interior was already warm. I let out a breath of relief and sat at my usual
seat.
There was a whole cake on the top of the table in front of me that was excitedly
prepared by Yuigahama and split into four portions.
Happy birthday!
Congrats.
Congratulations!
We all congratulated her and Yukinoshita fidgeted from embarrassment.
Th-Thank you Um, I-I suppose itd be better to have tea here, said Yukinoshita.
She stood up from her seat and elatedly began preparing black tea. Along with the
sound of clanking tableware, I could hear a surprised ohhh to my rear.
Yukinoshita-senpai, so your birthday was on January 3rd, huh? By the way, my
birthday is on April 16th, senpai.
I didnt ask

Why are you even here in the first place, hmmm?

She tilted her head in doubt and her flaxen hair shook. She greedily tapped her lips
with the fork in her small hand, covered with the baggy sleeve of her cardigan worn
under her sloppy uniform.
Isshiki Iroha was here at the Service Club as though its the most natural thing in the
world.
She took one portion of the four, also took a paper cup, and drank the tea. Wasnt
her adaptability a bit too high? Was she a member of TOKIO8 or something? She
looked like she could survive on a deserted island
Isshiki sipped her black tea and caressed the paper cup with the baggy sleeves of
her cardigan.
Speaking of which, please call me to the shrine visit, too!
And why do I need to do that?

Speaking of which, I have no way of contacting you, though? Or are you saying to
do it telepathically? Is there some kind of no service charge benefit? Or is it that?
Are you using this as a chance to enact your strategy of standing over me mentally
by getting my contact info? Too bad for you! I wont fall for something like that! Ill

have you know Hachiman knows all about how thinking about things too deeply
meant digging your own grave!
I thought arbitrarily, but Isshiki was distracted, not thinking too deeply about it and
sighed.
I mean, everyone went to the shrine visit, right? Then, that obviously means
Hayama-senpai will be there.
No, he wasnt there with us
Of course. In that case, never mind then, said Isshiki. She turned her face away
and killed the conversation. Iroha ga Kill!9 Killing things in a single stroke The only
things that felt similar to that were the anime audience and Battousai the
Manslayer10.
Well, Isshikis feelings were understandable. I could get why shed think Hayama
would be present if Miura and the others were. What I didnt get was why Isshiki
was at our club.
So, why are you here?
Ehhh, I mean, right now, theres nothing to do at the student council.
Theres plenty of stuff, not that Id know. Go to club then. Youre still the manager,
arent you? I said.
Isshiki lightly tapped my shoulders. Now, now, whats the big problem? Ah, I know.
Im actually here to pick up the luggage we left here during Christmas.
You totally made that up just now.
The reason sounded so out of place that it could be portable.
Haa
Yukinoshita sighed and next to her, Yuigahama had a wry smile. Good grief,
Irohasu Everyone was astonished and astonished that we were going to become
Aguirres JAPAN11, but Isshiki looked unperturbed. She was so unperturbed that I
wanted to turn her into a Keroyon12-like doll and place her in front of a pharmacy.
Finding it awkward that everyone was focused on her, Isshiki blew at her tea that
wasnt even hot and tried to play it off.
Ah, speaking of which. Isshiki suddenly spoke up and looked at Yukinoshita.
Yukinoshita tilted her head in response and Isshiki smiled. She then blurted
something outrageous. Yukinoshita-senpai, are you dating Hayama-senpai?

Come again? Yukinoshita tilted her head even further making it almost at a ninety
degree angle.

Behh, how is this girl able to step on land mines so nonchalantly? Whats with this

Hurt Locker13? She went and asked her directly without leading up to the question,
too. Thats like an old-timer pitcher in baseball who knew the Masakari style14 where
hed throw a fast straight ball without any signs.
No, but this was Isshiki. She definitely asked on purpose. And the reason why she
was at this club was also to validate the rumor.
Isshiki-san
Yukinoshitas voice was cold. Behind that smile enveloped with the thin veil of the
northern lights were eyes as transparent as the ice carved from the North Pole.
Isshiks shoulders and voice shook after seeing that face to face.
Y-Yesssss! Isshiki pulled back her body as she made the abrupt reply and then hid
behind me.

Hold it missy, dont go using people as shields.

Yukinoshita turned to Isshiki who was peeking from over my shoulders and glared
her down.
Its obviously not true. Yukinoshita asserted her clear rejection.
Isshiki nodded. I-I know, right! I mean, I totally thought it wasnt possible! But you
just end up getting curious when you hear a rumor like that, you knooow?
Rumor?
Finding that word strange, Yukinoshita looked at Yuigahama and me.
Ahh, well, some people seem to be talking about something like that
You know how we went out last time? It sounds like people saw you two and made
a mistake, said Yuigahama.
Yukinoshita let out a deep sigh looking fed up. I see. So its something like petty
suspicion
Well, for high school students, love affairs were a considerably enjoyable topic.
When that involved two conspicuous individuals like Hayama and Yukinoshita, theyd
want to suspect them even more.

Since Isshiki liked Hayama, it wouldnt be strange for her to try to confirm the rumor.
I looked at Isshiki and she was tilting her head in contemplation.
But doesnt this sound pretty bad?
I suppose so. It certainly is bothersome to the people involved.
Ah, no, I didnt mean that.
Isshiki modestly turned down that idea and Yukinoshita inclined her head to the side.
What do you mean? Yukinoshita asked.
Isshiki stuck up a finger. There hasnt ever been a rumor that specific for Hayamasenpai before, strangely enough.
Ahh, thats true Yuigahama looked up at the ceiling and answered in agreement.
I see. Now that she brought it up, I dont think Ive heard anyone talk about
Hayama Hayatos love situation. No, well, its not like I knew about anyone else.
Theres no one that would tell me, after all As Yukinoshita mentioned earlier, the
only thing I could do was suspect. Or I could even try googling with Kokkuri-san15.
Thats why all the girls seem super interested in that rumor, you knooow. Isshiki
nodded with her arms crossed.
Hayama Hayato never had a frivolous rumor like this before. So if its about whom
he was going out with, of course, its going to be about him. It wouldnt be strange
at all. The girls who held interest in Hayama likely had their misgivings about it. And
those misgivings actualized into this rumor. Just what kind of effect would that have
on the human relationships surrounding Hayama?
A rumor, huh? Rather karmic, isnt it? Yukinoshita muttered. Her tone wasnt
directed at anyone. The tea cup she was looking at had formed small ripples.
W-Well, you know! If you just ignore it, it should go away eventually! You know
how they say rumors last only for 49 days!
Its 75 days.
Who died? Was there a recent Buddhist memorial service16 or something?
Anyway! Lets just ignore it, okay? said Yuigahama, being considerate of
Yukinoshita.
Certainly, the only thing we could right now was just to stay quiet. Complaining to
the people talking about the rumor out of fun was pointless. We just needed to be

as quiet as shells that were deeply submerged under water. Staying silent in the
face of malicious misunderstandings and trends of fun was the only countermeasure.
Getting flustered and desperately arguing back is grounds for nitpicking. As long as
their objective remains to be for fun, any form of action can be used as material for
their attacks. On top of that, covering for the person will only make you their next
target. You can play Roshambo, but youll be confirmed the only loser regardless of
what the outcome is. You can be criticized for doing nothing as well, but the damage
from doing nothing is the lowest you can receive.
Yukinoshita seemed to understand that and made a small nod. I suppose so.
Okay, lets get back on schedule and resume work!
When Yuigahama let out an even brighter voice, Yukinoshita responded with a smile
and took out a laptop.
Resume work What an unpleasant saying.

Work had to be done no matter how unpleasant it is. In fact, its called work exactly
because its unpleasant. And our very first unpleasant work of the New Year was to
check the mail.
A laptop covered in dust was pulled from the corner of the clubroom for the purpose
of going through the Chiba Prefecture Problem Consultation Mails that had been
neglected for a while.
The laptop that Hiratsuka-sensei had borrowed from somewhere was a considerably
old model, so it took some time to boot up.
While waiting for it, Yukinoshita rummaged through her bag. After cheerfully taking
out a glasses case, she silently slipped on the glasses.
When I met her gaze behind the lenses, I instinctively pretended to yawn and
looked away. At the corner of my eyes, I could see Yukinoshita casting her face
downwards.
Ah, Yukinon, you look really good in that! said Yuigahama.
R-Really? Yukinoshita gently touched the frame of her glasses and made a probing
glance in my direction.

Well, yeah thats true

I felt somehow itchy having my present used so early that I could only manage a
hazy reply.
Thank you. She said with a small voice and turned her head away in seeming
disinterest.
I nodded my head back silently and sipped the tea from my teacup.
Isshiki curiously looked at Yukinoshita. Yukinoshita-senpai, did you always wear
glasses?
Theyre PC glasses. Yukinoshita mumbled her answer in difficulty without
removing her eyes from the laptops monitor.
Not looking the least interested, Isshiki let out a lax voice while rubbing her paper
cup. Ohhh.

That sure was one apathetic response

But I did appreciate her indifference.
Had the conversation gone any further, I was sure I was going to squirm in
embarrassment. Just look at me now I was fidgeting and my eyes were swimming
all over the place!
I adjusted my seat, oddly unable to keep still. Sitting diagonally opposite of me,
Yuigahama muttered. Maybe I should wear glasses too
You dont even look at computers, I said.
Yuigahama turned indignant.
Maybe I dont! No, actually, I am looking! I totally am! Yukinon, let me see the
computer, too! Yuigahama moved her seat next to Yukinoshita and peered at the
computer. Oh, it looks like we have mail.
Yes, it looks like its from Miura-san, said Yukinoshita, and she rotated the
computer towards me.

<yumikosans Problem>
[Hows everyone deciding between the humanities and the sciences?]

Yeah. This was definitely from Miura. She had sent a mail to us before using this
name.
Since the monitor was facing me, Isshiki trotted over to my rear with her plate of
cake and looked at the screen.
Mmhmm, so this is about the career path thing, huh? So, which of the two is
actually better to go with? Isshiki placed her fork at her mouth, looked up at me
while chewing her cake and asked.
For high school students considering university exams, this question was a problem
they had thought over on some occasion. It appeared that Isshiki wasnt an
exception.
Well, if were just talking about easy exams, then the humanities are much less
stressful. That being said, its completely different between public and private
schools. For public schools, you need to study for five subjects and seven courses,
but for private schools, you just need to study for English, Japanese, and social
studies, I said, giving my opinion.
Isshiki took a step backwards. Whoa. Senpai, could it be that you get good
grades normally?
Whats with the could? Eh? Whoa? Did you just go whoa? Just what exactly
do you take me for?
Then, Isshiki made a perky smile and spoke as if saying something good. Oh, I
cant answer that See, Im just not very good at saying bad things about people,
you knooow?

Like Id know. Also, thats pretty much an insult already Whats with this girl? As
I was watching Isshiki, she also looked at me in admiration.

Senpai, I knew you looked super smart, but you get good grades like normal too,
hmmm?

Mmhmm, dont tell me, Iroha-chan. Are you acting stubborn because you dont want
to think Im smart, hmm? Your choice of words is just a little crude, okay?
Yeah! Thats so true. You see, Hikkis grades are good only in humanities.
Yuigahama clapped her hands in approval and boasted.

Why are you acting proud? Also, please dont emphasize only in humanities.
Next to her, Yukinoshita brushed away the hair at her shoulders and made a bold
smile. Thats true. He does have rather good grades. But they arent good enough
to take the top.

Why are you acting proud? Okay, I could see why. Her grades were better than
mine, after all

So that means senpais going with the humanities?

Pretty much.
Isshiki replied with a totally unconcerned ohhh when I answered. Dont ask me
then. Isshiki then cleared her throat as if indicating she was going into the main
topic.
So, did Hayama-senpai already decide what to do?
Ahh, it looks like Hayato-kuns already made his decision, said Yuigahama,
remembering.
Isshiki abruptly leaned forward. Eh, no way? What did Hayama-senpai pick? Like, I
just want to know as a reference. Itll be for my future, so if possible, Id like to
know myself.
Mmm, Im not really sure what it was that he wrote down Hayato-kun already
turned in his questionnaire, too
Oh, I see Isshiki dropped her shoulders in dejection.
Finding her pitiful, Yuigahama said in consideration, Ah, if you want a reference, I
know what Tobecchi is doing!
No, Tobe-senpai is fine.
Instant answer!?

Reference for what exactly? As I was astounded, Yukinoshita looked at the monitor
with a puzzled face and let out a brief sigh.
Something wrong?
Ah, no, I just thought it was a little unexpected for that Miura-san to be worrying
like this.
Thats a horrible thing for you to say I mean, Miura may have a Queen-like
temperament with that personality, but Im sure she has her own worries, too.
Whos the one saying horrible things here? I didnt mean it like that, said
Yukinoshita, placing her hand to her temple along with an astonished sigh. I just
think its unexpected for someone like Miura-san since she seems like a very decisive
person. It looks like even Tobe-kun had already decided on a career path, too

Was that last part really necessary? Its like Tobe became some sort of unrelated
victim now I made a wry smile and Yuigahama ahead of me did the same.
Ahaha I mean, even Yumiko gets worried about some things, too. Its our career
path and all.
Are career paths really worth worrying about?
If you have things you want to do, then you should just pick the choice that works
for you. If not, then you can just pick university. Isnt this how high school students
in general think?
At most, the only things to worry about in regards to the humanities and sciences
are the subject exams and your choices of schools. There are also people who
worried about the simplicity of earning units and requirements after enrolling into
university and the advantages and disadvantages when job hunting. But if you
eliminate the things you dont want to do, your answer should come to you
naturally.
People have a hard time finding the things they want to do, but things they dont
want to do immediately come to mind.
Yuigahama made a complicated look. Mmm, thats not what I mean You know,
like, how everyones going to be apart? Its hard to pick when you think about that.
Well, yeah But thats just how it is.
Somewhere and someday, things will eventually end. Im sure thats natural. That
should be even truer for high school life which has a set number of years. I was
aware that everyone would be going their separate ways down the road.
Thats why I could only say what I did.
Yuigahama slightly dropped her shoulders. Uh huh. I know that, but Its just, like,
what we want to do and what were aiming for are all over the place, so Besides, if
we split up into the humanities and the sciences, we wont be able to stay in the
same classes
By that logic, Ill always be in another class since my curriculum is different in the
first place Yukinoshita said with a quiet voice and turned her face away.
It looked like she was pouting, finding that difficult to understand. Yukinoshita
belonged to the International Cultivation class, so her normal curriculum was
different from ours. In the first place, she had only one class, so shed be stuck with
that class for three years.

S-Sorry, Yukinon! Thats not what I wanted to say I-I mean I dont really get it,
but its totally okay even if youre in a different class, Yukinon! Yuigahama quickly
embraced Yukinoshita.
Indeed. How beautiful it is to be good friends.17 Gahama-san and
friends forever!

Yukinon

are best

Examining us suspiciously the entire time, Isshiki lifted her face. Ahh, so thats
whats going on.
Say what? I asked.
Isshiki made an elated smile and pointed at the computer. This mail is from Miurasenpai, right? So what Miura-senpai wants to know is about Hayama-senpai, dont
you think? Your classes will be determined by this for next year, after all.
You dont say. A short mail like this had that deep of a meaning packed into it?
Translating girl-lingo sentences was too hard. If this was a compulsory class,
wouldnt there be people flunking one after the other? On the same note,
translations of boy-lingo sentences typically amounted to I want to be popular, so
they were the easiest to understand.
So we were able to figure out the meaning behind the mail thanks to Isshiki Iroha, a
member of the girl-lingo committee, but there was one problematic point.
But would Miura do something roundabout like this? Putting Isshiki aside.
Senpai, what exactly do you take me foooor? Isshiki glared at me in discontent.

Well, you were the one who used me as a pretense to ask about Hayamas career
path earlier
But it looked like there were things only fellow girls could understand as Yuigahama
was moaning in contemplation. Ah, by the way, she was still hugging Yukinoshita,
who was completely at her mercy.
That makes sense I mean she was pretty worried about it in class, so maybe
Yumikos quite the maiden in her own way, too
I knooow! Look at me, Im a total maiden too, right? Isshiki nodded and sought
my agreement.
Hmmm Isshiki and Miura didnt really feel like maidens Miura particularly, she
was more like a gang leader, Yokohama in particular. I wonder if its because of her
name.18

But well, Miura was the one who brought up the topic about career paths with
everyone. Yuigahama and Ebina-san was one thing, but I couldnt imagine Miura
having any interest in Tobes choice. I know I didnt.
In the same way Isshiki used me as a pretense to ask about Hayamas career path
earlier, this meant Miura went through the steps in order to ask the target of her
interest the same thing. The person in question ended up refusing with a reason
very typical of him, though
So thats why we received an investigative mail like this.
If what Isshiki said was true about Miura wanting to be in the same classes as
Hayama next year as well, then she had to choose the same path.
Every year, the third year classes were organized into seven classes for the
humanities and three classes for the sciences. Youre betting against luck even if you
chose the same path to be in the same classes, but the possibility never existed in
the first place if you chose something different.
On top of that, the classes for the humanities and the sciences were on separate
floors. The humanities and sciences were separated into classes, the former on the
second floor and the latter on the first.
The more distance placed between them, the less chances theyd have to meet. This
was a matter of life and death for maidens in love.
Then, couldnt she just ask him herself? said Yukinoshita while pulling Yuigahama
off of her.
It mustve been suffocating having Yuigahama clinging onto her the entire time even
though it was winter. Her taut arms closely resembled a cat that grew tired of being
hugged.
It did come up when were together in class, but Hayato-kun said to think about it
on your own and he didnt tell us what he picked
Isnt that because everyone was there? If its just you two, then you can smoothly
ask him. That might earn you some points, tooooo.
Its not that easy.
Isshiki explained to us while she was wagging her finger, but unfortunately, Im sure
it wasnt that simple of a problem.
Even if you thought you were close, there were a lot of things you couldnt ask
about.

About the future. About the present. And about the past. Theres no telling where a
land mine could be buried.
What would happen if you forced yourself to ask something only to receive an
answer you werent hoping for? Just the thought of it caused you to be at a loss for
words.
I indulged in my thoughts and Yukinoshita spoke up. What shall we do about this
consultation?
Well, for now, lets try giving it a shot.
Our original purpose wasnt to interfere with a persons relationships, but providing
support was within the scope of our work. Besides, if we managed to restore
Hayama and Miuras relationship back to normal, then that worthless rumor should
disappear as well.
Got it! Ill try asking again tomorrow.
I suppose so. That may be a good idea. Im sorry, but can we count on you?
Yeah! Yuigahama cheerfully answered, but quickly made a dejected look and
added. Im not sure if hell tell me though
Well, since Hayama didnt tell Miura or Tobe in class, its hard to imagine hed tell
Yuigahama who was classified on the same level as those two. For the same reason,
itd be impossible for Isshiki.
Judging from Hayamas tone in class, I think what Hayama was worried about was
limiting the choices of the people he was close with because of his influence.
In that case, a person who was outside of that category, a person who wouldnt be
influenced should ask him. Those who fell under that category were limited.
I glanced at Yukinoshita.
But she was bending her head slightly to the side in wonder.
Well, itd be inane to have Yukinoshita approach Hayama when that rumor had
already made its way around. Hayama not telling us his career path wouldnt be the
problem. Wed end up with another problem altogether instead.

I guess Im the only one Though, anything good coming from me asking was
another story.

I guess we dont have a choice. Ill ask him I said, and Yuigahama and
Yukinoshita looked at me in surprise.

Eh, Hikki will?

Will you be okay? Are you sure you can hold a conversation?
Youre concerned about the wrong thing here Actually, I dont have any
confidence either.
Even so, as fellow natives, we should be able to at least talk to each other. Well, my
words could get through to him, but that didnt mean wed understand each other.
There, too, were things that couldnt get across with the usage of barely similar
languages. Thats being negative, not native, wasnt it?
But its not like there isnt a possibility.
What do you mean?
If hes not telling the people hes close with, then the only thing we can try is the
opposite. Its because a persons unrelated that you could tell him things.
I see. So its something like confessing and repenting.
Repenting Yuigahama repeated the word that she wasnt familiar with, her
mouth opened.

Ill explain that to her later Yukinoshita was slightly exaggerating, but she wasnt
off the mark.

In our everyday lives, there were plenty of things to be repentant about. You had
middle-aged men casually complaining to other people at the counter of a bar or a
pub and there were even people who recited the story of their life to an unknown
number of anonymous people on SNS and bulletin boards. Its because there was a
nonexistent relationship between both parties that there were things they could talk
about. Though in my case, saying things to people I didnt know was impossible and
also something I didnt like.
Anyway, Ill try asking. Theres no harm in trying.
This was what corporate slaves would call act dumb and listen. This skill of
coincidentally overhearing information was a required for newcomer corporate slaves.
The way you work was dependent on whether youre able to use this skill. My source
was my papan grumbling about new employees nowadays. When I think about
having to work under a superior like that, my desire to work went up in smoke, but
still. Regardless, I was on the verge of acquiring another corporate slave ability
again
But its not like we had any other method. So the only thing was to try asking the
person in question personally.

Once we cleared the initial stage of figuring out our course of action, Isshiki stood
up after a short sigh.
Okay, Im going to head back now. Thank you for the tea. Yui-senpai, if you learn
anything, please let me know, too! Isshiki said. She bowed her head and was going
to leave the room.
I called to her back. Hey, your stuff.
Ah.
Isshiki turned back from where she was and played it off with a teehee smile. She
then picked up the stacked cardboard box at the corner of the room.
Here we go, oomph.
Nothing was more dangerous than Isshikiis staggering footing as she carried the
cardboard box in her arms. Before I knew it, I had extended my hands out and took
the boxes from Isshiki. My Komachi training skill had automatically activated. I really
couldnt deactivate this skill at all
Th-Thank you very much! Also, can I ask you to carry them to the student council
room, too?
Yeah, yeah

Well, guess Ill have to. I turned around at the front of the door to inform

Yukinoshita and Yuigahama first before leaving and the both of them had stopped
entirely and were staring at the cardboard box.

Huh? Why are you guys quiet?

Alright, Im going to carry these over real fast, I said.
Then, Yukinoshita twitched in response and began cleaning up the tableware, still
silent. Again, why are you quiet?
When she was nearly done, she turned to Yuigahama. Shall we stop here for
today?
R-Right! Lets all carry the stuff over then! Yuigahama answered and stood up
noisily from her seat. She grabbed her backpack and started out the room.
Yukinoshita carried her bag around her shoulder and slowly walked. Isshiki was
watching them in confusion.

Ummm we dont really need that many people

Im locking the room, so can you please leave the room?
Y-Yesss.
Yukinoshita urged her with a cold smile and Isshiki frantically went out the room.
The deserted hallway felt far much colder than the atmospheric temperature.
The hallway of the special building was suspended in a dim glow whereas it was
already completely dark outside.
I readjusted the cardboard box in my hand as I was watching the three walk in front
of me.
Messily packed inside were the ornaments used during the Christmas event.

Although the interior of the box was in a jumble, I could feel a definite weight on my
arms.

1. Q.E.D A detective manga and also stands for quod erat demonstandum in
Latin in Philosophy.
2. Spirals: The Bonds of Reasoning Shonen mystery manga
3. END OF VACATION I think this is a parody of the rock band SEKAI NO
OWARI which means End of the World. END OF VACATION in Japanese is
YASUMI NO OWARI.
4. Lets do my best today, too. (kyou mo ichinichi ganbaru zoi) A new trendy
phrase that is a catchphrase of the MC in a recent new manga, New Game!
5. Pokemon When you use an attack thats efffective against a certain type,
you get the Super Effective! message.
6. Pokemon When all your Pokemon faint, you black out.
7. Coupling between elements equals coupling between men.
8. TOKIO Adaptability is tekiouryoku and this is associated with TOKIO. The
association stems from the guys from TOKIO being put on a deserted island
and their ability to adapt was apparently really high..
9. Iroha ga Kill! Parody of Akame ga Kill!
10. Battousai the Manslayer Rurouni Kenshins old nickname.
11. Aguirre Japan Javier Aguirre is a the current manager of Japans national
football team. Astonished in Japanese is akire and Aguirres name is
agiire. Wordplay.
12. Keroyon Frog mascot. Unperturbed is kerori in Japanese. Wordplay.
13. The Hurt Locker War movie. Mines obviously involved.
14. Masakari Style A style of Chouji Murata, a Japanese pitcher.
15. Gugure! Kokkuri-san
16. 49 days Buddhist estimation of a spirit being reborn into a new life.
17. A line from a poem written by Saneatsu Mushanokoji.
18. Miura Daisuke A pitcher for the Yokohama DeNA BayStars. His nickname is
Hama no Banchou, in English, The Gang Leader/Boss of Yokohama.

Chapter 4
Even so, Miura Yumiko feels she wants to know.
The campus after school was penetratingly cold. A few days had passed since we
received that mail and we were heading further into winter.
Even though it was so clear out and warm during the day, the temperature
immediately dipped as soon as the sun settled.
Following that was also the wind.
The winter sea breeze blew freely without being obstructed by any large buildings
due to the school being on the coast. Chiba Prefecture also happened to be the
flattest prefecture in Japan. Its a well-ventilated prefecture. Incidentally, its a
prefecture where young people were active At Home1. What the heck was this? This
sounded like a help wanted advertisement for a black company2. I found myself
convinced that Chiba would turn into a corporate slave breeding place as a bedroom
town3 for Tokyo. How mysterious!
But having lived here as a citizen of Chiba for the past seventeen years, even my
body had grown accustomed to this freezing wind. Thanks to that, I also ended up
getting used to the harshness of criticism from society.
A stronger wind blew even harder and I adjusted the collars of my coat. I adjusted
my gaze towards the soccer club afar.
I waited for the soccer club to finish their practice near the bike parking area that
was just about concealed by the special building.
As discussed the other day, it was to ask Hayama about his career path. I spent a
few days waiting for the timing, but unable to get just the two of us alone, I opted
for lurking until he was on his way home from club.
Still, with how warm the clubroom I was in earlier, I was enduring the cold.
I left the room when they started to clean up as I was watching them from the
windows of the clubroom, but it looked like I was a bit too early. They were doing
their stretches.
As I was waiting in the meantime, I was distracted by the cold and lightly stamped
at the floor until my sleeve was tugged on.
I turned around and some kind of fluffy cat getup was grasping a can of coffee.
Here, take this.

Called by the voice, I lifted up my face and Yukinoshita, with cat mittens on, was
holding out a can of MAX COFFEE. So youre using those mittens, huh?
Ohhh, thanks.
I appreciatively took the can. Soooooo warm! In place of a hand warmer, I kneaded
the MAX COFFEE in my hand.
Yuigahama was rubbing her hands together in the back while Yukinoshita was
pressing her cat mittens against her cheeks. The two came to check on the situation,
but there were no signs of Hayama coming yet.
I looked up at the sky that became dark as if it was blotted in ink and said, Its
fine if you guys go home first.
But we cant let you handle everything
Yuigahama was stumped and looked at Yukinoshita for agreement. Yukinoshita
nodded.
I shook my head. No, its a lot easier for me to ask him alone, probably. Wouldnt it
be harder for him to talk with you guys? Not that Id know.
For Yukinoshita to approach Hayama at a place like this and at this time of the day
wasnt a very good idea. Its plausible enough that gossipy people would start
talking about things that happened and didnt happen. Because of that, the way I
spoke was somewhat indirect.
Yukinoshita placed her hand on her chin thinking for a moment, but then raised her
face. I see Well, thats true, too.
Mmm, I still think itd be better for me to ask though.
In that case, Im sorry for leaving this up to you
No, its fine. If its work, then theres no getting around it. The two looked at me
anxiously and I answered them with a laid back tone.
Yukinoshita smiled. Thats rather out of character for you to say.

Seriously. I made an instinctive, self-deprecating smile and nodded. Yuigahama

readjusted her backpack on her back looking like she made her decision.
Okay, see you tomorrow then.
Yeah. See you tomorrow.

I lightly waved my hand to the two walking to the front gate and turned my gaze
back towards the soccer club again. They had finally moved from the grounds and
were heading to their club room. Ah, crap. Thats right, they change in the club

room, huh? Oh, maybe theyre going to take showers, too? Ive never been in a
sports club, so I wasnt really sure about this stuff

I guess Ill have to move over to their side. While sipping at my MAX COFFEE to
make it last, I leaned against the wall of the new school building that was
immediately next to the club room.

When the sun dipped entirely under the horizon, it felt much, much colder.
Nevertheless, I persisted in my observation of their movements, waiting impatiently
for them to return.

But it really is cold Although this may have been for work, why did I have to wait

for Hayama anyway? Couldnt we just interview his guardian spirit4 instead of asking
him and call it a day?
My heart is already broken. My body is of ice and my legs of sticks As I stood here
alone with no signs of anyone coming, I thought I was on the verge of activating a
reality marble5 of the sort
But the wait eventually proved worthwhile. The soccer club members started making
their way towards me.
Hayama, however, wasnt present in the group. Why the heck isnt he there?
I got off the wall and looked around. Then, I called out to a person in the group. It
was Tobe who had brown hair that was noticeable from afar and was in a cheery
mood.
Ohh snap? Aint it Hikitani-kun. Whats up?
He approached me while candidly waving his hands, so I lightly raised my hand back.
Wheres Hayama?
Hayato-kun? Ahh, hes kinda in the middle of somethin right now, said Tobe, his
eyes swimming around.
I tried following his eyes around, but Hayama was nowhere to be seen.

Hes not here?

Nah, it aint so much that he aint here. Hes here, but was here?
Tobes words were vaguely incoherent. So, which is it? You sure are a pain
If hes not here, then tough luck Alright, Ill head home then.
I was just a tad bit dissatisfied leaving empty-handed after all that waiting, but if
there wasnt anything to be gained, it was better to head on home. In gambling,
cutting your losses was a basic. That, too, could be utilized in the gamble called life.
Seriously, wasnt my life just an endless series of loss cutting?
I said my goodbye to Tobe and headed for the bicycle parking station.
Ah!
I thought I heard Tobes voice from behind, but I ignored it and continued on.
Then, behind the school building, I discovered Hayama. What do you know? Hes
here, after all. It looked like he had used the path that led to the side gate instead of
the one that led to the front gate.
I stepped forward for a few steps thinking how to initiate a conversation and I
abruptly stopped in my tracks.
Its because at a spot where the orange glow of the lampposts barely reached, I
noticed someone else besides Hayama.
Reflexively, I hid myself with the wall of the school building. I pressed my back
against the wall, feeling the coldness of the surface.
I couldnt tell who the person with Hayama was since it was so dark. But I could tell
from the persons stature that it was a girl. And judging from the tone of the
disjointed Im sorry for calling you out here so suddenly and so forth of the
conversation that I could hear along with the wind, it was presumably a girl in our
year.
The girl was wearing a dark blue pea coat with a red scarf. She looked up at
Hayamas face with upturned eyes, squeezing the scarf at her bosom. I could still tell
at this distance that her slender shoulders were trembling from nervousness.
-Ahh, so thats whats going on.
That explained why Tobe was being evasive.
The girl took a small breath and gripped the collars of her coat as if readying herself.

Um I heard from my friends. Hayama-kun, is it true youre dating someone right

now?
No, its not.
Then, would you like to
Sorry. I cant really think about that right now.
Their voices small, I could only overhear the conversation up to that point.
But from then on, I couldnt hear them any longer.
Im sure both of them were at a loss for words.
However, voices or not, I could tell.
It was a feeling of hopelessness far from a straining tension unique to the situation
and far from a sensation of pleasantry. The mood that was strikingly similar to the
cold winter sky was something I had experienced very recently.
This resembled that one act between Isshiki Iroha and Hayama Hayato during the
Christmas season at Destinyland.
Before long, they spoke a few words to each other, likely to be their goodbyes. The
girl waved her hand weakly, turned around, and walked off.
Hayamas shoulders slightly dropped as he watched her leave. He made a prolonged
breath and lifted his face. And it was then I entered his field of vision.
Hayama smiled, not from shame, embarrassment, or even joy, but just resignation.
I guess you caught me in a weird situation.
Ahh, well, you know My bad.
Since he called out to me first, I lost my initiative. I wasnt able to say anything
worthwhile as a result. No, even if he didnt speak up first, in the end, I still didnt
know how I was supposed to call out to him. I couldve given words of consolation if
it was someone who was rejected, but if its someone who did the rejecting, I had
no idea what to say.
But seeing through my hesitation, Hayama seemingly made a smile. Dont worry
about it. The guys from my club were being pretty considerate of me today, too.
The way he sounded was as if this had happened several times already in the past
few days.
Huh Must be rough.

There honestly wasnt anything else for me to say. I wasnt particularly interested in
Hayama Hayatos love life nor was I envious of the attention he received for
someone of his position. It mightve been nice of me to tease him by cracking a joke,
but unfortunately, we werent that close.
For an instant, Hayamas face distorted into a full smile, as if his breathing was
blocked, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.
But he immediately shook his head lightly, wearing his typical smile, and motioned
with his chin towards the bicycle parking station. I walked after him.
Yukinoshita-san probably has it worse than I do.
Huh? Yukinoshita? Why? I reflexively asked back when he suddenly brought up her
name.
Without turning back, Hayama crudely spat out. There are a lot of people like that
out there, people that get a kick out of digging into peoples lives. Theyre probably
just curious, but there are people who find it bothersome too.
Hayamas voice took on an unusually sharper tone. I couldnt associate him with the
image of the guy who always wore a gentle smile.
But I knew that he was speaking about the recent rumor.
Im sure the reason why the girl earlier confessed to Hayama was because that
rumor had made its way around. Her friends definitely used that as a pretense to
spur her on. These past few days were probably the same way.
Hayama glanced back at me as he was walking. His apologetic expression, his
eyebrows somewhat lowered, was illuminated by the glow of the lampposts.
It might be causing trouble for Yukinoshita-san too. Sorry, but can you apologize to
her for me?
Do it yourself.
Id like to, but its not a good idea to approach her right now If I did, its enough
for people to thoughtless blow up the rumors again. Its better to just let it be.
He sounded like he had gone through this before. It felt as if he was recalling the
truth he had gained from those past experiences.
And perhaps, that truth wasnt something that only he had gained. Its likely she did
as well.
I stopped abruptly because that thought crossed my mind. But I somehow managed
to move my legs forward and took a step.

You seem used to it Did this happen a lot before?

Speaking of which, didnt you need me for something?
When I asked, Hayama momentarily shrugged his shoulders and suddenly came out
with something completely different. That was enough to tell me that he didnt want
to delve into the issue any further.
In that case, that was the line I couldnt step over. In accordance with the line
presented before me, I discussed something else.
No, its not anything important. I just wanted to ask you something Like, your
career path and stuff, I said.
Hayama muttered quietly, Is that it? and made a wry smile. Did someone ask you
to?
No, well its for reference.
I couldnt really reveal that Miura was the one who made the request. As I stood
there unable to answer, Hayama let out a sigh as he was walking ahead.
Is it because its for work again? The words he responded with were cold and
somehow had a hint of scorn to them. I couldnt look at Hayamas face ahead. Only
his stiffly gripped fist came into view. Youre the same as usual.
His packed words that he uttered could be heard distinctly even in this headwind.
Whenever the wind blew, the galvanized iron roofing would creak and the neglected,
rusting bike would rattle.
Those noises were unpleasant, making my replying voice turn sharp.
I said it before. Thats the kind of club it is. Its voluntary service.
I see. Can you do me a favor then? Hayama declared and stopped. He then turned
towards me. Can you stop doing bothersome things like that?
He wasnt smiling. His gripped fist loosened and his voice was monotone and had no
strength. Despite that, his voice resounded quietly in the night campus without
getting drowned out by the wind.
With no words I could reply or continue with, a small silence fell over us.
But that was only for a moment.
Hayama promptly smiled and then asked with a mocking tone as though in jest.
Or something. What would you do if I told you an objection like that?

What I would do? Ill think about it when that happens, obviously.
I see.
From that point on, we didnt say anything more to each other until we made it to
the front of the bicycle parking station. Hayama stopped his feet and pointed at the
side gate.
Ill be going home by car.
Right. I see.
I told him meaning to say goodbye, but Hayama didnt budge.
All he did was look up at the sky.
Wondering if there was something he could see up there, I looked as well.
However, the only things I could see were the school building dimmed with light and
the glow of the lampposts reflected against the glass windows. The moon and stars
werent there, only the projection of an artificial glow.
Then, Hayama suddenly spoke up in recollection. As for your question earlier, Ill
leave the answer up to your imagination. I dont know who asked you, but if you
make your choice without giving it any thought, youre definitely going to regret it.
Hayama walked off.
He went towards the dark, dark area where the light of the lampposts didnt reach. I
knew that direction led to the side gate, but for just a moment, I wasnt sure where
he was heading to.
Those words he uttered that shouldve been directed to someone who wasnt here.
Yet, strangely enough, it felt as though those words werent directed to that
someone at all.

Theres one thing I noticed as I spent my days at school while insubstantially

contemplating over the habits and incidents of the man named Hayama Hayato.
Its that Isshiki Irohas anxiety wasnt unfounded.

Its like Isshiki had mentioned in the clubroom the other day. The recent rumor was
affecting Hayamas surroundings.
Gossip concerning Hayama and Yukinoshita crept its way around, be it the classroom
or the hallway.
Its a natural effect considering those two were prominent celebrities in this school.
They garnered equal interest from both genders.
Even as I was spacing out in the classroom during break time, I could tell that my
classmates were making ganders at Hayama.
Chatter between girls sitting diagonally behind me were could be heard now as well.
How true do you think it is?
No idea. It really does make you wonder. Maybe theyre actually dating, you think?
But some girls from class E said it wasnt true.
Well duh. Theyre not gonna rub it in by saying its true. Theyre so nice!
Nice, my butt! Thats actually hilarious.
They didnt specifically mention it, but more likely than not, they were talking about
the rumor about Hayama and Yukinoshita.
Instead of talking about the unfounded rumor, they made baseless gossip. Only, the
problem was there was an allure to it. Its why people were so focused on it and
were amused by it.
Well, chatter, chatter melon6 was all the rage with seventeen year old girls and if its
concerning nearby famous people in their school, then it was an especially simple
topic to talk about.
The girls, whose names I wasnt sure of, continued whispering.
But it sure is a surprise. Yukinoshita-san looks like that, but shes pretty into looks
too, huh?
Ohh, I totally get that. Theyre dating without even talking to each other. Its like,
shes literally only after his looks or something?
Huh? Doesnt that make Hayama-kun the same then?
I guessss?

They giggled to each other with quiet voices. It looked like they were at least trying
to be considerate with Hayama and the others in the same class in a way so they
couldnt hear.
But it was incredibly grating to my ears.
It was irritating. It really was.
The grating gossip was like hearing mosquitoes buzz around you as you tried to
sleep or like hearing the second hand of a clock ticking on a late, restless night. Just
listening made me click my tongue.
I had absolutely nothing to do with the rumor and even I was getting irritated. I
could imagine the people involved in the rumors were even more so.
Completely ignorant people would spout whatever they wanted with their baseless
speculation, deduction, desires, and jealousy and carry the story in an amusing
direction, jumping on the bandwagon.
Perhaps, most of them didnt mean any harm. Except, their only reason for
involvement was because it was fun that way. And you seriously took it up with
them in protest? Theyd tell you, Its just a joke, dont get so worked up.
Its because I could see it, no, its because I knew those two that I understood for
the first time.
Yukinoshita Yukino and Hayama Hayato had been living in this kind of environment.
For how much expectations and attention that were placed on them for their
beautiful appearance and excellent ability, they had to accept the disappointment
and envy alone.
In a society that scrutinized puberty, school is the very definition of a prison. Those
who are popular are constantly the center of public attention. The masses take it
upon themselves to watch over them. And occasionally, they punish them. Its
similar to holding the Stanford Prison Experiment on a day and night basis. Their
sense of duty transitions into something aggressive of their own accord.
The nameless prison guards behind me continued their worthless chatter.
Then, there was a solid, tapping noise along with the voices. The girls went quiet.
I turned towards the source of the noise.
In doing so, what I saw was Miura crossing her legs and tapping irritably on her
desk with her nails. Her face was directed towards Yuigahama and the others, but
her eyes were glaring this way.

Miuras gaudy, moreover well-featured, appearance was already intense when

directly faced, but the mean look she had in her side glance was much more so. As a
matter of fact, she was scary, like three times scarier than normal. She wasnt even
glaring at me and I still found myself looking away.
Ahead of where I turned to, Hayama was sitting in front of Miura, smiling wryly at
her.
The things in the conversation between the girls probably werent heard by Hayama
and Miura.
But it was evident from the mood.
You didnt need to hear what was said or what was in a conversation because in this
classroom, you could sense whether things were favoring you or excluding you.
Miura was transmitting her hostility in this space with just a single glare.
Both girls stood up, finding it difficult to remain in class, and hastily shuffled past me
outside. Oh my, chitchatting in the classroom, I wonder?
Wasnt that super bad just now? Did she hear us?
I dunno But I wonder what Miura-san thinks about it.
Who knooows?
I fell forward on my desk pretending as if I didnt overhear the conversation they
had when they passed me. I had the feeling that if I didnt do that, Id end up
staring in the direction of Miura and the others.
Ripples that expanded on the surface of water would eventually disappear.
But theres also the case of the butterfly effect.
I patiently waited through the break, listening closely to the wind that tapped
against the window.

The wind persisted even after school.

Cold, arid winds blew through the Kanto Plain. The suspended humid air from the
Sea of Japan was obstructed by a range of mountains including the Ou Mountains.
The clouds stopped there while the winds continued blowing downwards.

The freezing, dry winds struck the windows outside of the clubroom at the hallway.
The clubroom inside was damp and warm, however. Much of that was primarily due
to the warmth of the tea in front of me.
I sipped my teacup and settled down. I said, Well, I was magnificently shot down
by Hayama-san
I sounded somewhat apologetic since I did make that grandstanding of Ill ask him!
initially. After reporting the news of yesterday, Yuigahama showed a bitter smile.
Uh huh, I knew that was gonna happen. Hayato-kun seems to be in a bad mood,
too Its okay Hikki, its not your fault.

Im getting consoled Yukinoshita sighed with an ironic smile after her.

We never expected anything in the first place, so you dont need to be concerned
about it.
Her words seemed awfully questionable as encouragement, but I could feel some
hint of kindness in her voice.
But the voice that followed had a stronger sense of disappointment.
Well, thats definitely, definitely senpai for you.

Whyd you emphasize the first syllable twice? Am I going to die two times?
And why are you here again? I looked at Isshiki.
Isshiki placed the paper cup she had in her hand on the table, straightened her
collars, brushed the hems of her skirt, and while she was at it, fiddled with her
bangs, and sat formally.
Im here today this time for a proper consultation, said Isshiki, looking completely
serious.
But the glimpse of her collarbone from her straightened collars, the fluttering of her
skirt filling my mind, and her groomed bangs, the power of her upward gaze had
increased. She looked far from appearing serious.
She had my attention for just an instant, but I strengthened my heart and removed
my gaze from Isshiki, feeling maybe just a little regretful. Im not falling for that
If its for the student council, Im not helping anymore.
Oh, okay. Isshiki muttered dejectedly.

It sounded like she clicked her tongue afterwards, but I was just imagining it, right?
Irohasu?
Watching our interaction, Yukinoshita cleared her throat. Surely you didnt come all
this way just so you could have us assist you, right?
There was a pressure in her voice as she smiled. Her tone was so soft, yet icy chills
ran up my spine. Isshiki promptly straightened her posture.
O-Of course! I was just kidding! Im making sure to do my work!
Then, whats your business? Yukinoshita asked, sighing with exasperation from
seeing Isshikis attitude.
Yuigahama mediated. Iroha-chans probably curious about Hayato-kuns career path
and came to ask about it, right?
Thats my Yui-senpai! Thats exactly why Im here! Buuuut, thats not the only
thing.
Yukinoshita looked at her to go on. Isshiki lightly placed her hand on her chin and
contemplatively spoke. Its liiike, theres been an increase in people making passes
at Hayama-senpai.
Passes?
Well, confessing to him, basically. Even if it doesnt go well, they do it just to check,
like an appeal of the sort. Isshiki apathetically answered Yuigahamas question.
The incident from yesterday then came to mind. Of course, I didnt mention to
Yukinoshita or Yuigahama what I witnessed, so they seemed to have been thinking
about other things.
What do you mean by check?
Is that really gonna work as an appeal?
Yukinoshita and Yuigahama looked at Isshiki in puzzlement. Isshiki cleared her
throat and sat up straight. Then, she turned her seat towards me.
Isshiki let out a brief, but passionate breath and gazed at me in earnest. Senpai is
there anyone youre dating right now?
Her voice faintly trembled, her speech erratic, and her cheeks flushed. Peeping out
from her excessively long sleeve was her thin wrist that was surprisingly white. She
timidly squeezed the ribbon at her bosom with the hand of that wrist, the creases of
her shirt exhibiting an air of excitement.

For only a slight moment, her moist eyes quivered.

She had struck me at such an unexpected angle that I could feel my heart beat
faster. I swallowed my breath to calm it down.
No not really I spat out with a rasping voice.
The room went dead still.
Naturally, I was quiet, but so were Yukinoshita and Yuigahama. In that silence,
Isshiki made a mean-spirited smile. See, something like this, yeah!
Th-The problems obviously the way you said it! Right, Hikki?

No, that appeal didnt exactly not hit home, yep. No actually, it really did hit
home. Isshiki Iroha, youre pretty darn good.
Hikki?
I turned to Yuigahama and Yukinoshita when I was called and I was being eyed with
a dull look.
And just why are you quiet? Yukinoshita pleasantly smiled.

Stop that. That smile of yours is really scary, you know.

W-Well, you know, yeah. I get Hayamas situation now. I totally get it.
They went to check the validity of the rumor and while they were at it, they tried
confessing too. Failure notwithstanding, itd serve as a trigger for the two of them to
grow closer, or something to that effect.
Maybe this was one of those appendix scenario additions that unlocked the route for
a character you couldnt conquer at the beginning? Or was it some kind fan disk
that added a scenario of giggling and screaming, hmm??
Anyway, it could be said that this was also the doing of the rumor.
So, what did you want to discuss? I asked.
Isshiki acted overbearing. I want to know how to get ahead of my rivals!
Right
She had some guts for not giving up this late in the game. I replied half-impressed,
half-disgusted, and half-disinterested. Oh wait, thats 1.5 times the regular amount.

Isshiki interpreted that as a response from me and arbitrarily continued her story.
Considering the situation right now, its a chance for me. People noooormally give
up after confessing, right? Hayama-senpai seems totally sick of the confessions too,
so thats where I can come in as a safe tile7 and ambushI mean, I can, like, give
him some plump comfort!

Thats quite the forced correction there What the heck did plump comfort even

mean? Isshiki wasnt exactly plump either Its the immaturity Isshiki gave off from
her flash image that was her charm Ah, thats not what this was about. I didnt
care enough about whatd happen between Hayama and Isshiki that I stopped
listening halfway through.
I looked over at the other two wondering if they were listening and they were
intently doing so.
Safe tile
Ambush
Yuigahama and Yukinoshita muttered in repetition and sent Isshiki a serious gaze.
Its like, they were so serious that I could feel the room temperature instantly
plunge Its most certainly not calm!8
Their stares, however, werent noticed by Isshiki. Its because she was looking
outside the window, likely watching the activities of the soccer club on campus.
So, I was thinking some kinda place where we could just take it niiiiice and easy
just to relax or something
Isshikis profile highlighted by the glare of the waning sun appeared somewhat
anxious, but calm.
Although her tone was cheerful, she was showing concern for Hayama in her own
way.

Oh. So you arent being half-hearted about this, after all. Im pretty sure youd win
over most guys if you showed them that side of yours
Doesnt sound like a bad idea, I said, finding myself smiling.
Then, Isshikis face energetically lit up. I know, right! So, thats why Id like to talk
about places youd recommend!
Uh, isnt that your specialty? I asked.

Youre definitely asking the wrong people. Yuigahama could fall back on her friends
for information, but Yukinoshita and I didnt give off the image that wed know any
decent places to go out and have fun.

Isshiki swelled her cheeks. I already tried all the things I came up with before!
Thats why Id like an opposite approach this time.
Ahh, right
Amazing. Her ability to act was really amazing. Are you sure you arent a member of
TOKIO?
I sat there impressed and Yuigahama, sitting diagonally opposite of me, pressed her
index finger against her chin and tilted her head. So basically you want us to think
of a place where you can casually hang out without worrying about people?
Simply put, thats exactly it, yep. Isshiki nodded her head while answering
Yuigahamas question.
Yukinoshita sighed gently. Well, I suppose thats fine.
Her smile made her appear much more like an older sister than normal. Seeing
Yukinoshita as someone who she could get along easily right now, Isshiki made a
happy smile.
Thank you very much! Soooo, with that out of the way, senpai, what do you
think?
Why ask me
I drew a blank. I was thinking about suggesting to her to just go to Destinyland for
now, but that mightve been a bit much for someone who was rejected there
But well, I had no idea what Hayamas interests were, but wouldnt he just act as if
hes having fun regardless of what they did and where they went? Of course,
whether hes actually having fun or was just acting was another story.
While I was thinking, Yuigahama leaned forward from her seat. Hi-Hikki, where do
you think is good? Um, you know, just for reference
Were completely different, so I dont think itll serve as one, you know, I said.
Yukinoshita chuckled. Thats true. Youre like his antithesis, after all.
Right?
Yes, absolutely.
It felt like there was some form of ridicule in her agreement, but it didnt offend me
or anything.

In reality, it wasnt wrong to call me his antithesis. I was quite proud of being a fairly
high spec holder, but it was nowhere close to Hayama But for me to be proud of
this level of spec as if I was some kind of small accessory was I worthy to be
Hayamas antithesis?

Really, what the heck, whats with this small-fry accessory? But hey, girls liked
small accessories and sundries, so maybe small-fry accessories might surprisingly be
popular! Gotta be positive! Such and such thoughts occupied my head.
Yukinoshita lightly coughed. Then, she turned her face away and added hastily.
But, its exactly because youre his antithesis that I believe it will serve as a
reference. If you take the exact opposite of the view of an antithesis, that can be
said to be nearly the correct answer. The opposition of opposition is agreement,
right?
Dont you mean the opposite of opposite isnt necessarily the truth?

Thats some funny logic. Opposition of opposition is agreement this isnt Bakabons
Papa9 or anything was what I wanted to say, but Yukinoshita and Yuigahama were
attentively staring at me, waiting for my answer.

Well, um, if you keep staring at me so seriously, Im not going to be able to come up
with anything, so please stop.
Uh, Ill try to think about it.
I managed to respond to them and covertly removed my gaze from them. Abruptly,
I could hear a phew or bleh of disappointment and discontent.
Please make sure to think it over then, okaaaay? said Isshiki, smiling.

But thats where Im stuck though Im already having trouble thinking for myself,
let alone for Isshiki. In fact, Im the one who wants to ask here Well, whatever. Ill
think it over next time.
In any case, Isshikis changing attitude towards Hayama may have been due to the
rumor. At the same time, Hayamas surroundings were seeing definite changes.
But how was it going for the other person in the storm?
Speaking of which, Yukinoshita, how about you? Has anything changed because
of that rumor?
Me? There arent very many people who would come near my class to begin with
Thats true. Yukinoshita belonged to the class of International Cultivation, class J,
which was located at the farthest end of school and was comprised ninety percent of
girls. As a result, there was a unique air about them that kept people from

proactively approaching them. So in that sense, she mightve had it better off than
Hayama.
But that didnt mean there wasnt any kind of influence at all.
Yukinoshita let out a short sigh. Well, there certainly does seem to be people saying
things secretly, but this isnt any different from before, so its hard to judge
I totally understand. When you stand out, people doooo say a lot of stuff behind
your back.

No, in your case, Isshiki, I think its a bit different

Yukinoshita smiled and lightly nodded, adding further with a quiet voice. But its
not as horrible as it was back then.
Back then. Those words nagged at me.
Her past that I was ignorant of. Or rather, her past she didnt speak of. And her past
with him.
However, was it okay to ask about it? At the very least, in this situation where there
were people present, I felt it wasnt something I could ask. Did I have the right to
simply ask her about the things she didnt talk about?
While hesitating, I tried to speak.
And suddenly, there were several knocks at the door of the room. Everyone
reflexively turned their eyes towards the door and I lost my timing to ask her.
The door was then opened without reservation, not waiting for our response.
Got time right now?
It was a voice tinted with anger. With eyes shifting around the interior of the room
and loosely rolled blonde hair shaking in displeasure, standing at the entrance was
Miura Yumiko.
Yumiko, whats wrong?
I want to talk about something.
Oh. Well, for starters, come in, come in. Yuigahama called out.
Miura nodded and took a step into the room. She then looked at Isshiki dubiously.
Ah. Okay, I have student council work, so Ill take my leave here said Isshiki. She
hurriedly left the room after being mindful of the mood.

See you later, bye. She said with a small voice as she closed the door.
After seeing that, Yuigahama recommended a seat to Miura. We sat in a natural
order of me, Yuigahama, and Yukinoshita facing Miura ahead.
Did you want to talk about the mail?
No, not that Well, theres that too. Miura looked away, mumbling her words in
difficulty to Yuigahamas question. She then made a large sigh and for some reason,
faced Yukinoshita next. Actually, is there something going on between you and
Hayato?
Her words and her gaze were sharp.
And surely enough, she was referring to the recent rumor. The irresponsible gossip
concerning Hayama and Yukinoshita was originally just in the class, but was now
being whispered throughout the school.
Its something I shouldve noticed when Isshiki barged in our club on the first day
we resumed our activities. That also included the possibility that there were girls
who went to check directly with Yukinoshita.
And for Miura who was in the closest position to Hayama, theres no way she
thought nothing of it.
Miuras gaze burned up, but Yukinoshita took it coldly.
Theres nothing at all. Were just acquaintances from the past, Yukinoshita said,
answering nonchalantly, but Miuras stabbing glare didnt loosen.
You sure about that?
Yukinoshita sighed tiresomely. Do you think I have anything to gain from lying?
Things like that have always been a bother since a long time ago.
Huh? Whats with your tone? Talk about getting on my nerves. I really, really hate
that part about you.
Yumiko!
The one who raised her voice in reproach was Yuigahama. Miuras shoulders
twitched in surprise and she timidly shook her head.
Ahead of Miuras gaze, Yuigahamas lips distorted as if she was angry somehow and
she brought up what they had discussed in class at some point. I explained it
before, didnt I? It really was just a coincidence and that nothing happened at all
after that.

If that was everything, Hayato wouldnt be so worried. I mean thats never

happened before, too said Miura, her tone somewhat sulking and lacking its usual
strength. She faced downwards and slightly bit her lips.
Perhaps, the person in the closest position to Hayama Hayato in this school was
Miura. I wasnt sure of the length of their acquaintanceship, but they shouldve
gotten friendly after becoming second years at least.
Thats why any kind of abnormality in Hayama was clearly visible to her. Im sure
she had a far better understanding of him than I did.
But there were things that even Miura had no knowledge of.
The only one who knew those things at this moment in time was Yukinoshita Yukino.
Yukinoshita flicked away the hair at her shoulders and spoke coldly. Its not like hes
concerned for me. Its likely hes concerned about something else entirely.
That That just might be what you think, right? Its not like we know what
Hayatos thinking about, anyway. Miura dropped her shoulders. While fiddling with
her hair with her fingertips, she quietly checked with Yukinoshita, Like, wasnt
there something like that? I mean, not now but like, back then, or something.
Miura spoke her words in fragments.
Those words that Miura uttered inarticulately.
They were things I had considered as a possibility while at the same time, excluded
as if they werent possible.
Yukinoshita doesnt lie. Its just that she doesnt say whats true. Therere also times
where shed try to cover things up in an incoherent, roundabout way. I knew all of
that.
In that case, what about Hayama Hayato? I knew absolutely nothing about what his
feelings were, his heart, and his desires. Its not like I wanted to know either.
All this time, Id say that, confident theres something between the two all the while
trying not to think there was.
And right now, Miura was trying to touch upon that.
Yukinoshita, however, sighed and brushed it off. So what if there was something
and I told you everything, would anything change? Would you or anyone believe it?
Her pressing tone caused Miura to hesitate from answering. She strongly squeezed
the cuff of her cardigan in contemplation, her lips trembling, but ultimately, her
voice didnt come out.

Yukinoshita looked at her and made a shallow sigh. In the end, its meaningless.
Explanations, excuses, defenses, and the conversation werent given any meaning.
As they say about the vulgar masses, the more people flock to a group, the more
foolish they become. No matter how prominent an individual is, no, its because he is
prominent that he would be blotted out by the sheer force of numbers when thrown
into that lump of people. Individual will, qualifications, and personality, let alone
emotions arent considered at all.
This was the inconsideration that Yukinoshita had tasted all this time.
We see only what we want to see, listen only to what we want to listen to, but for
the things we want to say, we arent able to. This is the society that were living in
right now.
But Miura was different.
Every time the way you act like that! She voiced her clear emotions of fury and
stood up.
Wait, Yumiko!?
Yuigahamas voice of surprise to restrain her didnt make it in time. I stood up
frantically as well, but Miura brusquely walked directly up to Yukinoshita, seeing only
her.
Just who do you think you are, seriously!
Then, Miura violently reached out to grab Yukinoshita.
But her hand didnt reach Yukinoshita.
Yukinoshita quickly rose to her feet and caught Miuras hand that reached out to her
collars. She then gave Miura a coldhearted look.
!
Unfortunately for you, Im used to things of this nature Though, youre the very
first one to directly come at me like this.
They both glared at each other with their intense breaths and cold voices going back
and forth. Miura made steady shallow breaths as if she was enduring something
while Yukinoshita made deep, deep breaths.
Is there anything else you want to say? Or is there a continuation of this?

Miura gradually lost her energy while Yukinoshitas emotions increasingly swelled. It
was as though they were transferring their passion between each other from their
entangled gazes and held hands.
Yukinoshita wore an inhumane smile in provocation. Thats right. When she makes a
smile like that, shes the splitting image of Haruno-san, such an out of place thought
sprung to mind.
However, it wasnt a smile that I wanted to look at for very long.
Quit it already. For now, just let go and sit down.
I lightly patted Yukinoshitas hand that was still holding onto Miuras arm. I hesitated
for a moment contemplating whether it was okay for me to touch her, but for
Yukinoshita with her current belligerent attitude, it was better than using words.
Yukinoshita shot me a piercing gaze for an instant, but she obediently released
Miuras arm. Miura then loosely dropped her arm and took a step back.
I entered the space that opened between the two and motioned to Miura without
contact for her to go back. Yuigahama took over from there.
Yuigahama lightly tapped Miuras shoulders, still glaring at Yukinoshita bitterly, and
had her take a seat.
Just calm down for a bit Okay?
As I was watching those two, I moved my seat to a position thatd allow me to
immediately get in between Miura and Yukinoshita.
You okay?
Yes. Didnt I say so? Im used to it.
Yukinoshita firmly clutched her hand that held Miuras arm and smiled bitterly at me.
The aggressive emotion from earlier was gone.
Yukinon
Its not something Im concerned with at this point Its enough that the people
Im close to understand, so its not a problem.
Yuigahama anxiously called to Yukinoshita and she made a powerless smile. She
softly rubbed her hand that held Miuras arm again and she sat down. Once the
situation had finally calmed down, Yuigahama sighed in relief and returned to her
seat.

Miura had been watching those two quietly the entire time. She partly closed her
eyes as if it was dazzling.
And then, she uttered, her lips only slightly trembling, with a whispering voice.
Thats normal, isnt it? Thats why.
Eh? Yuigahama asked.
Miura looked away. The thing about close people Its because I want to be that
way that I want to know. Her mouth embarrassingly groped around as she added
and she then brushed her hair. After, she turned her face away from us and
tediously looked outside the window.
-Yeah, so thats how it is.
Those words didnt have the slightest intention of properly getting something across
to someone, yet I understood. I ended up understanding. To be more exact, it felt
like it was something closer to empathy.
Yukinoshita wasnt the only one who was exposed to inconsideration.
Im sure that he, who shared the same past, was as well.
It wasnt just that only one side was exposed to the twisted inconsideration. Im sure
the other side wasnt understood at all either.
Miura. So what you want to know isnt what happened a long time ago, right?
I felt that my voice had some astonishment in it.
When I spoke, Miura sent me a glare. But her eyes that lacked its typical spirit
glittered from moisture instead.
The things that she wanted to know likely werent the things that happened in the
past, let alone his future career path.
What was he thinking? What was he feeling?
All she wanted to know were his feelings.
She wanted to understand him.
I-Its just um. I just think itd be nice if we could maybe stay together a bit longer,
so Um, together with everyone as we are Miura tried to give her side of the
story, slightly flustered, but her energy eventually withered away. Eventually, she
stopped and slowly dropped her shoulders. Its just Hayatos been distant recently
Its like hes going to go somewhere at this rate. Miura added to her words with an
extremely small voice while gazing at the corner of the floor.

Exactly from what point recent was, I didnt know. But the environment that
enclosed Hayama Hayato was gradually changing.
Isshikis confession, or even the outing with Orimoto and her friend, girls from
another school. And lastly, the rumor with Yukinoshita.
To this day, these stories associated with Hayama never came up. No, more
accurately, he had detached himself from them. And now that balance was
crumbling.
When they started to grow distant, talks about the class splitting up sprang up at
the same time. They knew fully well that their unity would be lost in the future.
That parting and that feeling of distance were things Miura had indeed felt.
I know this is weird even for me, but I just dont get anything else.
Yuigahama stood up and went next to Miura. She squatted down beside her and
took her hands.
Its not weird. Its not weird at all. Thinking that you want to be together is a really,
really normal thing to do. Yuigahama replied with a kind tone to Miuras collapsing
words.
Then, Miura let out a deep, deep breath and looked downwards. I could hear a quiet
breathing that sounded as if she was holding back from sobbing.
Im sure she knew that they couldnt stay like this forever, that there were things
that no matter how much she felt about the future wouldnt be granted, and that the
mere mention of something could destroy everything, but even so, she still didnt
want to lose them.
Thats why, at the very least, she wanted to be close, she wished to remain close, all
so she could support Hayama Hayato, his surroundings, and his wish to be who he is.
That curt and unassuming mail. It was the one and only form of modest resistance
that she could do. Packed in just that one sentence alone were her compelling
feelings and wish.
But thats exactly why there was something I didnt understand.
I made one large breath and called out to her. But look, Miura. If Hayamas not
telling you, doesnt that mean he doesnt want you to know? He might end up hating
you.
Wait, Hikki!
Hikigaya-kun

Yuigahama looked at me critically while Yukinoshita looked at me, perplexed.

I was fully aware that it was a cruel question. But its something I still wanted to ask.
Its not like I wanted to know Miuras resolve. Truthfully, I wasnt interested in that
at all.
Its just, I still wasnt confident whether taking a step over the line for someone who
didnt wish for it was the right thing to do or not. I thought that you could build and
maintain a relationship without going out of your way to concern yourself with it.
Thats why, I asked. Even so, do you still want to know?
I questioned her, wanting to know whether she was okay with stepping over that
line even if it meant being hated, being neglected, being called shameless, and
hurting someone.
Miura didnt hesitate to answer.
She glared at me with teary eyes and squeezed her fist.
I want to know Even so, I want to know because I dont have anything else.
Her eyes were moist, her voice trembling, but she, without a doubt, gave her
answer.
Perhaps these feelings were always inside of her; the feeling of wanting to know,
the feeling of wanting to understand. Its just that theyre now pouring out in
droplets as she desperately swallowed her trembling breaths.
If she knew that it was something that wouldnt come true, but still sought for it and
opposed it.
Then, that was no different from someone out there.
I got it. Ill do something about it.
It was my turn to answer immediately.
Yuigahama and Yukinoshita made slightly surprised faces.
What do you mean do something about it?
I force him to spit it out. If not, then Ill look into it and dig it up.
Even if he does tell you, theres no proof that its true.
Yeah. So Ill do some detective work after.

However, that probably wasnt enough.

I needed to properly understand why Hayama was being so logically stubborn about
not wanting to tell anyone his career path. Ill probably need to take the proper
steps towards doing that, but well, Ill think about it little by little.
Right now, what was important was Miuras determination.
Whatever the case, it might not be fully accurate but if youre fine with that, then
Ill do something about it, I said once more.
Yuigahama looked at Miuras face and kindly spoke to her. Yumiko, is that okay?
Uh huh.
After Miura replied with a tone as if she was a child, she sniffed her nose and rubbed
her eyes with her sleeve. Because she had rubbed them so roughly, her eyes looked
like the eyes of a panda.
However, after seeing her face with the crumbling makeup, I thought for the first
time that Miura Yumiko was a cute girl.

1. At Home A real estate place that you can find apartments, houses, and so
forth to lease.
2. Black company is a essentially a sweatshop; exploiting workers and so forth.
3. Bedroom town A town with residents that work elsewhere.
4. Interview with xs guardian spirit A series of book written by some guy who
supposedly can call forth guardian spirits of some famous person and
interview with him.
5. Reality marbles Fate series, parodies UBWs chant.
6. Chatter Melon (Oshaberi Melon) Kikuko Inoues radio.
7. Safe tile In Mahjong, a tile you can discard without giving advantages to
other players.
8. Aikatsu Kiriya Aois catchphrase.
9. Tensai Bakabon One of Bakabons Papas phrases.

Chapter 5
Until that day comes, Totsuka Saika is waiting.
It was a clear, winter day following Miuras visit to our club.
I listlessly walked outside for PE and the sky was bright. Judging from this weather,
it looked like tonight was going to be a radiative cooled night.
But I was definitely grateful for this cloudless weather since I was going to be
training for the marathon very soon. I was probably just going to laze around at
home when it becomes night, so the temperatures dropping didnt really matter to
me
Three entire classes all came out onto the schoolyard. Similar to other activities
during PE, the marathon training wouldnt be divided between the boys and girls.
We would only be running, though the course that the boys and girls ran would be
separate.
We formed an assembly at the fields and I caught sight of Miura in a group amongst
the girls.
Since the morning, Miura seemed like she had been trying to keep me out of her
sight. Be it during class or break, shed always look away from me with her cheeks in
hand. And during break, Yuigahama and Ebina-san would go up to her and chat
about various things.
Although I did feel a little guilty for watching her so closely, she was much calmer
than she was yesterday, though I wasnt exactly sure why.
After what happened, I went home first which was also meant to ease Miura. If a
barely involved boy like me stayed the entire time, I doubt Miura wouldve found
that comfortable.
So what they discussed afterwards were things I didnt know. Considering that Miura
was breaking down in tears, I was skeptical of whether they were even able to hold
a proper conversation.

In any case, isnt Miura-san just a little too weak to pressure? Didnt she cry when
Yukinoshita completely won their spat over summer?
But while she may be weak, I thought she was strong-hearted as well.
I want to know. Those few words continued to linger in my ears.
As I went to line up, I looked ahead.

Hayama Hayato was there.

Hayama was engaged in pleasantries with Tobe and the others, not aware that I
was looking at them.
Or maybe he did notice, but was acting as if he didnt, just like how he did with
other things.
In the first place, why was he refusing to tell people about his career path? It might
be quicker to just dig out the reason why he was being so stubborn and make it
meaningless than getting him to spit it out his choice.
As I stood there idly in thought, the PE teacher, Atsugi, finished his roll-call.
Alrighty. Pair up with whoever you like and do some warm ups, said Atsugi,
overbearingly.
Everyone then transitioned into forming pairs and beginning their warm ups.

Should I try pairing up with someone close to Hayama and probe him with some
questions?
But who?
Was there anyone in this school who knew Hayama more than Miura? As for those
who were closest, that would be Miuras group. Miura was also watching him very
closely. People that were much closer than them were considerably limited in
number, if any at all.
I needed to adjust my thinking. A paradigm shift, so to speak. What if I tried asking
someone with a similar attribute and was also friendly with Hayama and trace his
thoughts from there? For example, Totsuka who was also the president of a sports
club or our classmate Totsuka. How about Totsuka that went to our school or a boy
like okay, I wasnt sure about that, but anyway, Totsuka. I couldnt think of a
reason in particular, so lets go with Totsuka.

Mmkay, its time for some warm-up exercises with Totsuka! I made eager looks
around until I was called by someone.
Hachimaaan!
I spontaneously turned around. And then, our eyes met.
Lumbering his way in my direction over the surface of the field with a wave was
Zaimokuza. Why does he look so happy?
Hachimaaan, lets get cracking on the warm ups!

Right You make it sound like were playing baseball here Also, Im pairing with
someone else, so
I thought Id voice my complaint to Zaimokuza, but he wasnt listening to me at all.
As a matter of fact, he started off on a tangent.
Hold it. The instructor most certainly did say to form a pair with someone you like,
but that is not the reason why I came to the likes of you S-So, dont
misunderstand me, you hear?
Man, dont blush and look away, thats really creepy
I removed my gaze from Zaimokuza and made surveying looks around. Hayama,
Tobe, Oooka, and Yamato had formed their respective pairs and were starting their
warm ups. Damn it! Even Totsukas in a pair, too! I was hoping to use this as an
excuse to give Totsukas joints a real smoothing, too
Fine
I gave up and settled for forming a pair with Zaimokuza. I stretched my body, or
rather, relaxed it. After finishing that up, I had Zaimokuza sit and I pressed down on
his back.
But there wasnt any meaning in doing these warm ups mindlessly. While I was at it,
I decided to utilize my special skill of human observation.
I glanced to the side in Hayamas direction. But since his group was some distance
away, I couldnt get a good view of them. I could only make out that he was
wearing a refreshing smile, talking about something pleasant.
From my spot, I couldnt really hear what it was they were talking about. I need to

move closer

I leaned further forward with my weight and I completely pressed Zaimokuza down.
Ow, ow, owowowow! Eeggk!
When I heard his scream, I realized I had him in a forced posture and quickly got off
of him. As a result, Zaimokuza collapsed to the floor on his back and convulsed in
spasms.
There was a world of difference between us and them. I made comparing glances,
but our side didnt have the slightest hint of a fun and talkative atmosphere. I ended
up making a bitter smile.
Zaimokuza found that offensive. Stop that, Hachiman. Do not go comparing us to
the likes of them.

Mm? Ahh. My bad.

You will only be met with misery if you stack yourself against them, you know?
They excel in their appearances, athleticism, and they are kind people who even
remember my name. There is no need for self-abasement, Hachiman.
Ehh, this was about me?

I totally thought we were comparing Zaimokuza and Hayama here though?

With this considerable of a gap between us, of course youd want to try comparing.
Oh yeah, whatre you doing for your career path?

Its exactly because youre his antithesis that it can serve as a reference was what
Yukinoshita said, I think? The thought crossed my mind and I tried asking.
Humu? Zaimokuza tilted his head and answered, still lying on the floor. Me, you
say? I am choosing the sciences.
Huh?
What is with that look? Do you wish to lodge a complaint?
Nah, I thought for sure you were going to go with the liberal arts. Since youre
aiming to be a light novel writer, wouldnt that be more convenient?
Nave, youre a nave one! Zaimokuza wagged his finger while purposely clicking
his tongue.

How annoying Could he go through a giant explosion1 or something?

I tend to absorb information from the liberal arts within the scope of my interests.
The problems are the fields which I have absolutely no interest in. Unless I drive
myself to confront them, I will be unable to learn them
R-Right. You actually looked respectable for the first time ever.
He had such an extremely, proper opinion that I was impressed for just an instant.
But a Zaimokuza that wasnt trash just wasnt Zaimokuza. Zaimokuza was Zaimokuza
exactly because he relied on excuses, always turned his eyes away from reality, and
eventually keeled over with his ideals in hand
Ill treasure that Zaimokuza from now on within my heart. Farewell, Zaimokuza. I
quietly bid my goodbyes to the present Zaimokuza.

Zaimokuza started up his body and lightly brushed off the dirt. Well, that is not to
say I am a scholar in math and science
Youre going to have trouble with the exams, wont you?
Indeed. However I, myself, am much worse with girls than I am with math and
science Zaimokuzas eyes turned distant and stated with a calm tone.
There was a tinge of enlightenment in his voice and it felt as if he had treaded upon
the stage of self-effacement making me unable to interject.
Zaimokuza continued further. I can feel at ease in the science classes. The fewer
the girls, the more peaceful the room of academia is. Furthermore, the girls who
choose the sciences are much nicer, no?
Im not so sure about nicer, but thats true you can think like that too, huh?
He opened my eyes to some possibilities. Certainly, the science classes were
comprised of eighty percent boys. Fewer girls were likely to avoid that option.
As I processed that, Zaimokuzas eyes lit up with violence.
Hah! Those idiotic, liberal arts women from private institutions have such a glaring
discrepancy between their standardized scores and IQ that they are not worth the
time! They should just spend their entire life pondering over the feelings of a writer
on tests! Zaimokuza spat out.
Just conversing with this authoritarian upholding his old-fashioned policies full of
discrimination and prejudice made me feel at ease Whats with this sore loser!?
Zaimokuza, you were definitely better off this way!
But Hachiman thinks you should be wary because theres a tendency for girls in the
sciences to become otaku princesses2! To be constantly stuck in an environment
with countless numbers of boys, it most certainly wouldnt be strange for a girl to
start being thought of as a princess. Normal girls would be elevated to science
princesses just like how princess cells3 were awakened from the kiss of a prince
There was just something deplorable about Zaimokuzas reason for choosing the
sciences, but well, Im sure the first reason he gave was real. He, too, was
unexpectedly giving it a lot of thought.
The sciences seem pretty rough, but do your best.
Indeedy, I dont need you to tell me twice. A wanderer, I will not become from
failing my exams, nin-nin.
Youre going overboard with your speech there.

We quickly finished our remaining stretches, stood up, and went towards the
starting point of the marathon. The other boys were already gathered there and we
were considerably lined up far in the back.
Zaimokuza shot up his index finger and then pointed at me. Hachiman
Accompany me!
Dont wanna.

Youre not even a girl. Why exactly do I need to run with you?
Atsugi blew the whistle with a stopwatch in his hand. The front started off
sequentially and we sluggishly began running after them.
I looked to the front and around, but everyone was lightly treading on. This was just
training, so there shouldnt be anyone taking it seriously.
It was currently fourth period with lunch right after. If I used my energy here and
ate, I was confirmed for sleeping through fifth period. Anyone would fall asleep in a
heated classroom with a full stomach and exhausted from labor. I already sleep
enough as it is in class even when I wasnt tired.
We apathetically jogged at the tail of the line and after a few minutes, Zaimokuza
was already starting to slow down. Really? Werent you just going Do you think

you can keep up with me!? from behind moments ago?

U-Ugh The phenomena of Heavy Acceleration4 Th-The Heaviness is

Im going on ahead.
I shouted to Zaimokuza, left him there, and went ahead. Whenever someone told
you to run together with him, it was proper etiquette to betray him midway. And in
this way, children came to learn that they shouldnt trust people so easily

As I continued running by myself, I had cleared half of the assigned distance. Heke!5
Er, that was Hamtaro, wasnt it?
The assigned distance for training in class was four kilometers. We ran around the
circumference of the school. Blehhh if we keep running around and around like

this, Im going to turn into butter6

These insanely worthless thoughts filled my head until I eventually caught up to the
middle group. It looked like commuting to school by bike everyday helped because I
still had about half of my stamina left.
Although, this middle group was actually the people who had no motivation,
comprising of everyone outside of the top group who wanted to finish as soon as
they could to rest.
It was in this group that I spotted Tobe and the others.
This training probably wasnt the time for the people from the sports clubs to run
normally. I didnt need to bother checking that they were running along with the
group as well.
Theyd chat with each other while occasionally hitting each other in the shoulders,
poking each others heads, and pointlessly compete by sprinting, engaging in
delightful fun. If I was a class president with pigtails, I wouldve reprimanded them
with Hey boys, be serious and run! Theyd then tell me, Shut it, ugly! and Id be
in tears afterwards, leading me to denouncing them during the end-of-day meeting.
Heck, I wanted them to thank me for not being a beautiful, pigtailed class president
girl.
But the ones messing around were just the usual idiot trio, Tobe, Oooka, and
Yamato. I couldnt see Hayama anywhere.
Good timing.
There were some things I wanted to ask these guys.
As I stalked the three Samba Carnival7 idiots that continued to play around, I ran
along right behind them. But it was fairly difficult finding the timing to speak to them
as we were running. Thats a lie! Hachiman, you lied to yourself just now! You
wouldnt be able to grab onto that timing even if we had stopped running!

This is pretty hard since there isnt a signal of the sort to watch for And as I was
intently watching them like a rockbomb8, Tobe stopped running.
Go on without me.
Tobe squatted after shouting to Oooka and Yamato. It looked like he was tying his
shoes.

Thats good, the easiest guy to talk to stayed behind.

Hey.
Whoa!

I stood behind Tobe and greeted him. Tobe fell over as if he was trying to perform a
falling technique and turned towards me.
God danggit, Hikitani-kun. Ya gotta let me know before ya jump on me like that.
Freaked me the hell out there.

Uh, youre being a bit too aggressive for how freaked out you are Well, lets just
ignore Tobes mumbling complaints and quickly ask him what I needed.
Hayama isnt with you?
Ahh. Hayato-kuns runnin seriously. Everyones totally rootin for him to win this
year since he won last year.
You dont say

So thats how it is. Our schools marathon was only separated by boys and girls, so
that meant Hayama had won last year against the upperclassmen as well. That
would explain why hed be the obvious favorite to win this year too. By the way, I
didnt even get placed as I was just a part of the finishing masses.
Well, that didnt matter.
I indicated ahead with my chin and moved my legs urging Tobe to run along. Itd be
kind of odd to continue standing around here and theres no telling when a teacher
would make his rounds around here. Going along with that, Tobe stood next to me
and we began running.
After running for some time, Tobe tilted his head in puzzlement. He was probably
finding it strange why I was running together with him. I wanted to get down to
business as well.
But before I could, Tobe opened his mouth. He let out a sigh resembling a yawn of
relief and showed me a miserable looking smile. Yo, for real, when I heard that
rumor, I totally freaked out. Its not like we can go sayin it to people, ya know?
Huh? I glanced at him with half-opened eyes wondering what he suddenly started
off on.
Tobe wiped the sweat at his brow. Cmon, Hayato-kun said the initial Y, ya know?
There aint too many who know about it.

The abrupt mention of that caused me to react a moment late. But after gradually
connecting the dots, a clear image came to mind.
It was on that night of summer.

In that dark room, the initial that he forced out, unable to endure the noisy and
constant questioning of everybodys voices.
I recalled the event with Hayama and the others when we were at Chiba Village.
And surely enough, at the time, Hayama had stated that the initial letter of the
person he liked was Y.
For just a brief moment of time, I thoughtlessly carried my legs forward and Tobe
peered into my face in examination.
We cant talk about somethin like that right now, yeah?
R-Right

Arent you the one who brought it up? Are you one of those guys? Are you the
personal barber of a king or something? Im not some kind of scream whatever you
want hole, you know
I mean, you get that theres no way, but when you actually hear it, ya freak out
normally, yeah?
I found myself understanding what it was that Tobe wanted to say.
Well, theres no way.
Although it looked like I was agreeing with Tobe, I became worried I mightve been
actually saying something entirely different.
No, I didnt care about that. That wasnt what I wanted to hear.
Tobe, however, tried to continue on. To stop him, I brought up something light so I
could control the direction of the conversation.
Did you already turn in your questionnaire?
Nah, not yet. Ive been thinkin of the sciences, but Oooka and Yamato keep sayin
the liberal arts.
You dont say Did you ask Hayama what hes going to pick?
Luckily, he brought up the names of other people, so it made it easier for me to get
to the point.
From what I could see, Tobe was the closest to Hayama amongst the guys. Hayama
was relatively close with Oooka and Yamato too, but Tobe being in the same club
shouldve given him a bigger advantage. Of course, thats my side of the story based
on what I knew of them I mean, I didnt know a single thing about Hayamas
friendships.

When I asked Tobe, he brushed up his nape hair. Nah, hes, like, think for yourself
and wouldnt tell me anythin.
I see
Well, that was something I shouldve expected. In which case, I needed to take a
different approach to collect information. Times like these were when Tobes happygo-lucky attitude saved a lot of trouble. I asked him another question with the
expectations hed drop information like a villager from a RPG.
Have you tried consulting with Hayama about your career path?
I did, yeah. I asked him about the good stuff in either of them, and like, he told me
itd get in my way of choosin or somethin? Tobe profoundly sighed, surprisingly
seeming to be truly worried over what he should do.
Our running pace dropped for just an instant. Still, Hayama offered his usual advice

like always I cant tell if hes just being extremely reasonable or being harmless
Well, they both have their good and bad points. Did you ask him for a
recommendation?
He said that would mess with my judgment or somethin.
I see
He was thorough.

In reality, people who were easily influenced by the opinions of others also tended
to take the words of individuals possessing imposing and charismatic character at
face value. Those who ended up as the heart of people similarly to Hayama needed
to be wary of the potential impact their remarks could have on others. Matters
concerning interests, tastes, and fashion were trivial problems, but career paths and
relationships could affect a persons life now or later. All was well if everything went
without a hitch. But once things turned sour, even the charismatic people would be
the target of resentment. Those who let the opinions and words of others dictate
their own choices were people who easily faulted others.
But regarding the guy named Tobe, there wasnt any need to worry about him
harboring a grudge against others.
Tobe had a contemplative face as we were running and he made a deep sigh, a long
trail of white breath leaving his mouth.
But, its like what Hayato-kun said.

His words were kind of abstract. But there was sincerity in his lack of words and his
tone that wasnt for anyones ears. He mustve understood what it was that
Hayamas words were telling him.
You trust him, huh? I blurted out.
Tobe stared at me in amazement. Nah, say what, that aint it, I think? Well, ya
know, Hayato-kun is a pretty reliable fellow or somethin?
Seemingly embarrassed from the word trust, Tobes face turned red from the cold
or his shyness while trying to rephrase his words. Hey, stop acting like that! Im the

one whos getting embarrassed since Im the one that brought it up!

Tobe hit his chest as if to get over his embarrassment and continued. Nah,
seriously, Hayato-kuns totally helped me a ton of times. Im totally sure about that.
Thats not something to be proud of I said.
Regardless, Tobe didnt look ashamed. He groaned and repeatedly pulled at his nape
hair. Beeh, seriously, Im indebted to the guy. Like totally.
Better pay him back eventually.
Thats totally it! Yeah Well, Im not so sure about that.
His tone at first was frivolous, but the energy in it withered away as he continued
speaking. Curious about his overly somber expression, I urged Tobe to go on with a
look. Tobe then lightly scratched his cheeks.
I talk to him about a lotta stuff but Hayato-kun never really talks to me about
anythin and even if he did, I probably wouldnt get it, said Tobe, grinning.
That grin of his was similar to the cold, dry wind that blew by from earlier. It was
dry and somehow, lonely.
Since the silence afterwards was so awkward, I searched for words that I could
possibly say and then suggested an idea. Yeah, think about this. He doesnt have
any problems, so thats why hes not consulting with you.
Totally that! Hayato-kuns a total hotty, after all!
Thats kind of irrelevant here Besides, you looked out for him at Destinyland,
right? Im sure that was pretty helpful for him back then, not that Id know.
Totally that! Hayato-kuns a total hotty, after all!

This time his face had some relevance there Must be tough having a pretty face.

It looked like talking had lightened Tobe up and his running pace increased. Hed
mumble cold, cold to himself whenever the freezing wind blew by us.
Eventually, we could see Oooka and Yamato ahead of us. Apparently they lowered
their pace, finding it strange that Tobe didnt chase after them.
Aight, I gotta chase those guys, so Ill be goin on ahead.
Yeah, I said, briefly.
Tobe made a chopping motion with his hand and made a wild sprint forward. He
yelled out to Oooka and Yamato as he ran after them while waving. When the two
of them saw him coming, they ran further ahead while going Crap, here he comes!,
Lets get outta here!

As long as Tobe was having fun chasing those two running away, thats fine, I
suppose
But originally, there shouldve been one more person in that group. If he didnt have
to carry the luggage of expectations, I think he wouldve been laughing along with
them.
After that thought went by in my head, I suddenly regretted the words I carelessly
uttered earlier.
Because he didnt consult with anyone, he didnt have any problems; theres no way
thatd be true.

The chime for lunch sounded.

When marathon training occupied PE, we were allowed to go straight to lunch after
we were done. I could take my time to change and I could still easily be the first one
to the school store.
I carefully picked my choice of bread among the many that were available and went
directly to my usual lunch spot. Eating outside during this season meant dealing with
the painful cold, but in the classroom with heating and full of people, I had no place.
As a matter of fact, I recently had a gander at my seat during lunch the other day
and my desk had a grocery bag on top of it and was being utilized as a trash dump.
Remaining at my seat meant obstructing the public!

With that consideration in mind, I went to my designated spot located on the first
floor of the special building. I took a seat on the stairs diagonally behind the school
store, next to the school infirmary. From here, I could get a view of the tennis courts.
The steady rhythm of popping filled the transparent air of winter. The tennis club
was using their lunch to practice. To this day, it was usually Totsuka whod be
practicing during lunch, but there mustve been an upcoming tournament because
the number of people had increased.
I chewed the bread I carried to my mouth all the while observing their practice.
Totsuka, who had been looking after his club members the whole time, noticed me,
shouted to them, and came over here with something in his hands.
Yo, I said.
Yeah, yo! Totsuka answered, raised his hand similarly, and felt embarrassed.
You sure about practice?
Oh, sure. I thought nows a good time as any to eat lunch, said Totsuka, and he
showed me his lunchbox bag.
I felt a bit awkward since it felt like I had interrupted his practice And to think hed
actually go out of his way just to eat with me Crap, Im blowing through the stages
like theyre nothing At this rate, reaching the LOVESTAGE!9 was only a matter of
time
I scooted over to the side and made some space. Totsuka gave me a polite Thank
you and took a seat as my neighbor Fuahaha! Just look at this high level
technique! By making space for a person preemptively, you could control where he
would sit!
At the corner of my eyes, Totsuka began to unload his small lunchbox. I made a
glance towards the tennis courts and the other members were also taking a break
for lunch.
Other members are practicing during lunch now, huh?
Yep, theres going to be a newcomer tournament soon, so I invited everyone Oh,
how about it, Hachiman? Want to practice with us? If you start now, youll be able to
make it in time for the summer tournament! Totsuka asked in jest, pumping his
fists up and down.

Oh gosh, what is this? So cute. Im sorry, please give me this child named Totsuka.
In fact, Im on the verge of becoming his.
Lets see, it depends on how many days a week practice is

Hey, youre not being serious, are you? Totsuka leaned forward and looked into
my face.
Totsukas hair gently rustled. His eyes that peeked out from between the cuts of his
bangs had a mischievous glitter and his smile was strangely alluring.
Yeah, its a joke.
I knew it. Totsuka displayed a deliberate show of dropped shoulders and
disappointment.
A smile spilled on our faces. We both knew that was out of the question, allowing us
to poke some fun at it W-Well, I was actually pretty darn serious the first time he
invited me though!
But, yeah. Youre doing pretty well as the president, huh?
I feel like Im still totally far from being called one though. Totsuka smiled
anxiously with a chuckle.
I suppose it was a mixture of the truth and his modesty. But in his long time service
as the president, he had proactively engaged in practice by himself. Im sure that
was much more telling to the members than words could ever be.
This was how a club president should be. I felt a certain club president out there
could learn a thing or two from this Though I guess it wasnt a big deal since she
could usually strike a balance
Suddenly, the phrase club president hit me.
My initial thought of finding a way to pry into Hayamas thoughts was to ask Totsuka
about it. But due to my impure motive of wanting to talk to Totsuka and Zaimokuza
hampering me, I totally forgot about it
Besides, I was interested in TotsukaI mean, in Totsukas career path anyway.
Totsuka. Which are you doing? Liberal arts or the sciences? I asked.
Totsuka made a blank expression that Bambi would make upon jumping out from
the meadows. Its kind of rare for you to ask something like that, Hachiman.
Really? I asked back, finding that surprising.
Totsuka asserted without hesitation or confusion. Uh huh. It feels like the things
youre interested in are set or something.
Ahh, right, when he put it like that, thats true.

For many years, there were many times where I had reasons and excuses prepared
since Id never proactively try to communicate with people. Actually, if I didnt make
a reason to talk to people, I wouldnt be able to say the things I wanted to say as
freely as Id like. In other words, ironically, loners could be said to be people with a
strong sense of purpose, indeed.
As I sat there convinced, Totsuka, without answering my question, asked, How
about you, Hachiman?
Liberal arts for me.
Normally, I wouldve sentenced him a trip to the Lecture Room10 for answering a
question with a question, but I had no choice but to answer instantly with how he
was bending his head to the side and gazing at me with his big eyes. Had this been
Komachi or Isshiki, I wouldve taught them only after the lecture. Dang it! In the end,
I was just teaching them! Im super sweet!
Totsuka placed his chopsticks down and looked up at the sky. In the time he
appeared to be thinking, the cold wind blew by and rustled Totsukas bangs.
Oh okay Maybe Ill do that too
Ohh, yeah! Then again, are you sure you should be choosing like that?
In that instant, the phrase were matching, huh? voiced by Totsuka (shy gesture
included) played itself in my head, and my heart was just about to dance with an
encore just about to heat up11, but somehow, I managed to keep myself at bay.
You should probably think about it more If we end up together though, thatd be
nice too. I added, lightly coughing.
Totsuka placed his index fingers together and peeked at my face. Um, see here, if

you look at me like that, I might just want to say heck, lets not stop at the liberal
arts, lets go to the grave together!
For the most part, I did give it some thought Its just the place I want to go to
allows us to take exams for subjects in the liberal arts, too.
Ahh. Well, there are a lot of subjects to choose from, after all.
If there were evaluation standards like that in place, then it may not matter what
you decided to choose. Picking between the liberal arts and the sciences through
subject tests instead of the traditional process of your desired department was
certainly an option.
For the liberal arts at private schools, the subjects were English, Modern Japanese,
and social studies. For the sciences, the most standardized were English,
mathematics, and science subjects.

But in recent years, you were given free rein to take subject tests of system A or
system B depending on the university and department. There were many cases
where you could even take math and science subjects at liberal arts departments
depending on the selection process. Furthermore for public schools, many colleges
imposed a curriculum beyond the five subjects and seven courses taught at study
centers, so its necessary to study every subject.
Its a simple matter of picking the liberal arts or the sciences if you just followed the
custom of the schools you were interested in. On the other hand, there were a
variety of school combinations to choose from. Anticipating Hayamas choice from
this angle would be too complicated.
Wheres the school you want to apply to, Totsuka?
Um I was thinking of either Tokorozawas School of Human Sciences or Sports
Sciences12.
Ahh, that place, huh?
The school Totsuka said he was interested in going to was one that I knew. Its a
considerably famous college, but if you enrolled there, youre stuck listening to the
wind and eating Jumangoku Manju13 for four years Saitama Prefecture, talk about
scary
Nevertheless, its impressive that hed go to a remote place like Saitama with things
he wanted to do. In my case, if possible, I didnt want to leave Chiba at all and I
was set on riding only the Sobu Line local service.
Did you consider the sports one because youre in tennis?
If the subject exams were necessary, then the reason for applying to a school
should be related to the things you wanted to do. In that case, I should try
examining things from that side.
When I asked Totsuka, he bashfully scratched his cheeks. Mmm, thats not it. I
figured since Ive been doing tennis for so long, Id try for something related to it or
something
I see Arent there recommendations for that?
Hes been doing tennis for a long time, so he should at least be rewarded for it.
Striving in your clubs and properly studying at the same time seemed like quite the
ordeal. Also, since the school Totsuka was interested in was rather popular, even if
he retired from club now and began earnestly studying, thered still be an
immeasurable gap between him and those who had done so since the beginning.
From the standpoint of a person like me, if youre going to the same place, then you
might as well just opt for somewhere else that took less effort.

Already considering the pros and cons of the recommendations, Totsuka cheerfully
smiled. Ahaha, there arent very many of those. I dont think its possible with our
school. Even if I did get a recommendation, I dont think itll be for a very wellknown university.
Is that how it works?
Its true that I dont recall any strong clubs at our school. If theres one thing that
came to mind, itd be that senpai from Judo club I met during the summer.
Supposedly he went to university on a recommendation, but I had no recollection of
ever asking which university it was. While I was at it, I had no recollection of ever
asking for his name either. Putting that aside, that senpai looked like he was having
a lot of trouble, so it wasnt necessarily greener on the other side with
recommendations.

I guess the best way is to just take exams normally and pass it on the first attempt,
I concluded.

Totsuka chewed his steamed shrimp dumpling and hit his knees. Ah. But amazing
people might try going through a selection process for a famous school. You could
also apply directly.
Selection process That rings a bell.
I recall that if you won three times at a card game, your wishes would be granted
and you would become an Eternal Girl oh wait, thats Selector14. Basically, the
selection process was where you took a special selection test.
Totsuka nodded, but his expression grew gradually complex. Right, right. But
people who normally do that tend to be people aiming to be pros or Olympic
athletes The only person at our school who could pass would probably be just
Hayama-kun.
Really, is he that amazing?
Its just an example. Im sure its actually much harder than that. Totsuka played it
off by sticking out his tongue. He shifted his gaze towards the school grounds, the
direction where the soccer club practiced after school
In Hayama-kuns case, hed be more likely to pass by applying directly than with a
sports recommendation, right? Hes the one whos coordinating the club president
meetings, too.
Direct application. In other words, the AO entrance exams15 I believe the formal
name was AO Airheads are OK entrance exams, I think? No? That was an option
too and so at that point, the relationship between the subject exams and choosing
between the liberal arts and sciences was even weaker.

Hayamas pretty amazing I expressed an obvious and natural impression of him.

Yeah. He can do everything and hes nice, too.
I thought I had a fairly good grasp of Hayamas qualities, but I had never looked at
him from the perspective of clubs. For Totsuka who also served as the president of a
sports club, theres a side of Hayama that he could see. Totsuka abruptly clamped
his chopsticks and made a troubled smile.
Speaking of amazing so is that rumor.
Ahh, that
It shouldve been expected, but the rumor had made it to Totsuka as well.
I was totally surprised when I heard it. I was under the impression Hayama-kun
liked Miura-san. We did talk about it during over summer that one time
As Totsuka mentioned, when we were at Chiba Village over summer, Totsuka was
also present when Hayama uttered that initial. Miuras first name certainly did start
with the initial Y.
But during PE, Tobe never touched on that possibility at all. As someone who was
part of Hayamas group and watched them very closely, he mustve saw it for what it
was; that is, it wasnt likely.
-If so, whose initial did it belong to?
Hachiman? Is something wrong?
When he called me, I noticed I was wrinkling my brow quite a bit. I forcibly moved
my brows up and down, loosening my cheeks while I was at it.
No, I was just wondering whose initial it was. Theres a lot of people with Y initials
here

Isnt Yoshiteru Zaimokuza a prime example? How about the dark horse, Yamato?
Heck, we should just change Isshikis name by adding the Y sound and make it
Isshiki Bribe Wairoha. It sounded like she could be suspected of bribing or
something Actually, the initial in this case is W, not Y. I had these idiotic thoughts
and purposely drove them out of my head.

While we were talking, the chime marking the end of lunch sounded. I needed to
make it back to class before the first warning bell. Crap, I didnt even finish my food.
I hastily ate up my bread and washed it down with MAX COFFEE. Totsuka seemed to
have been a light eater as he already finished his lunch and slowly got to his feet.

He turned towards the tennis courts and yelled. Hey guys, its time to go! Ill see
you again after school!
When the tennis club members responded back with the wave of their rackets,
Totsuka did so with his hand. I gazed at him in a stupor. How should I put it? It
wasnt very often you got to see Totsuka look so energetic and proactive.
Doesnt suit me? Totsuka glanced at me in embarrassment, remembering that I
was still here.
Ah, no, thats not it, er
I stumbled over my words, surprise not being the only reason. The sight of him like
that was just simply captivating. Unlike what Totsuka had done to this day, I felt this
moment was when my heart was moved the most.
Its just, I didnt know, uh, how president-ish you were, so I was just a bit
surprised, I said in shambles, unable to properly put what I was feeling into words.
Finding that funny, Totsuka laughed. There sure are a bunch of things you dont
know, Hachiman.
Yeah, there really is too many.
When Totsuka smiled, a smile broke onto my face as well. He then abruptly looked
up to the sky and folded his fingers, counting something. Like about the tennis club
or about the sports recommendation
Yeah, thanks for telling me about them, I said.
Totsuka nodded back and folded two more fingers. And about Hayama-kuns
career path, or about that rumor.

When he brought those two up, I didnt have anything to say. In reality, I really
didnt know a single thing about Hayamas career path. I couldnt gather much
information even after indirectly asking Tobe and Zaimokuza about theirs. As for the
rumor, I pretended as if it didnt exist.
A silence hung over us as I sat there unable to answer. The only audible noises were
the blowing of the cold draft and the audible commotion coming from the school
building.
Totsuka inhaled in the winter air and folded his remaining pinky, clenching his hand
into a fist. And also about me, too.
Somehow, I was strangely satisfied with that.
Totsuka adjusted his hair that swayed from the wind with his fingertips and then
puffed his chest out. This was the first time I had seen Totsuka like this, a Totsuka
that I didnt know.
Im doing pretty well, see? I might not be as reliable though. Totsuka added
while making a bashful smile.
That was a gesture of the Totsuka Saika that I thought I knew.
Thats why, perhaps, I think this was the first time I was able to properly look at the
boy named Totsuka Saika; nothing more, nothing less. But by no means did that
mean I knew him fully.
But thats exactly why I felt I wanted to know more.
No, thats not true. Even Im relying on you. I still dont really get it, but but, uh,
Ill probably rely on you, I said.
I rose to my feet and took a step towards Totsuka.
Regardless of his embarrassment, Totsuka strongly nodded.
I think Totsuka had always been waiting for me for all this time, waiting for me to
approach him just like I was now.
In this way, wed gradually pull off our masks, whittle down our flesh, and be able to
face each other for the very first time.
If there are times where we at first didnt take notice of each other and thus making
us completely indifferent, allowing us to relentlessly throw out insults, then there,
too, is a relationship that dwindles away little by little as if you were peacefully and
leisurely chipping away and nibbling at the cuticles of your fingers.

Totsuka wasnt an angel but more like a devil? Or an archangel No, maybe a
fallen angel?
Whatever he was, Totsuka was Totsuka.

1. Giant Explosion A Pokemon move.

2. Otaku princesses A girl who gets treated like a princess (regardless of
appearance) when shes the only girl amongst an overwhelming ratio of girls
to boy in favor of the boys in typical cultural clubs (clubs where otakus would
typically gather).
3. Princess cells STAP is an alleged way to stimulate cells which turned out to
be a scientifically unsupported. The stimulation of the cells could supposedly
be done by submerging the cellls in some weak acid (kiss of the prince) and
some other chemicals.
4. Heavy Acceleration Kamen Riders move.
5. Hamtaro Cute sound Hamtaro makes.
6. The Story of Little Black Sambo
7. Brazillian Carnival Three idiots (sanbaka) and Samba Carnival
(Sanbakaanibaru).
8. Rockbomb Dragon Quest monsters also known as bombcrags.
9. Love Stage!! Yaoi manga.
10. AKB48 Takaminas Lecture Room
11. nobodyknows+ Lyrics from Kokoro Odoru.
12. Waseda Universitys undergraduate programs
13. Jumangoku Manju Literally 100,000 Stone Manjus is a pastry store for
manjus located in Saitama. The wind is telling you is a slogan used in their
CMs.
14. Selector-Wixoss
15. AO Entrance Exams Admissions Office. My understanding is applying
directly via a colleges website instead of through your high school or the
sort.

Chapter 6
Gallantly, Yukinoshita Haruno drives away the time.
In the end, a few days had gone by and I had yet to hear anything worthwhile
regarding Hayamas career path aside from the voices of my restless classmates.
In observing Hayamas group, they spent their unchanging days like before. Miura,
perhaps even Tobe, stayed beside the existence that was the heart of their group
without blatantly growing distant, staying mindful of him yet staying out of his way.
There wasnt much time left to resolve the consultation we had accepted from Miura.
The final deadline to submit the Prospective Career Path Questionnaire was at the
end of the month, just before the marathon. Before then, I needed to find some
kind of answer regarding Hayamas career path.
Presently, the only thing I knew was that Hayama hadnt told anyone of his career
path. Thats it. For now, my sole option was to gather material to make conjectures.
I spent those few days in that manner and drawing closer was the marathon as well
as the opening of the new week after school.
After inspecting the state of the class, I went into the hallway. The situation was in a
stasis, stagnating. Yuigahama was also proactively chatting with Hayama and the
others in the small timeframe before they had to go to club, making her own
investigative efforts.
In which case, there shouldnt be any issues with me heading alone to club today.
When I left the classroom, I walked down the solitary hallway that led to the special
building.
And further ahead, Hiratsuka-sensei was lightly motioning me to come over.
On your way to club?
Well, yes.
I see. You came at a good time. I was planning on going there as well, said
Hiratsuka-sensei. She pointed in the direction of the special building and started
ahead as if prompting me. It looks like she planned to discuss something with me as
we walked.

If shes visiting our club, I suppose she wants to talk about work As despondent as
I was, there wasnt any merit in going against her. I obediently followed along.
Are you available tomorrow after school?

As far as I know, yes.

In truth, I didnt have any arrangements of the sort. For the most part, there was
Miuras consultation, but its not like I had anything specific to do regarding it.
Frankly, I was at an impasse.
I was on a successive series: Eavesdropping on the conversations around me
(stalking), carefully scrutinizing Hayamas actions (stalking), fumbling around for the
timing to catch Hayama by himself (stalking), only for everything to be in vain
(strike). With the cutoff for submitting the Prospective Career Path Questionnaire in
mind, its only a matter of time until game and set, let alone three outs.
Hiratsuka-sensei, either satisfied with my response or assumed I didnt have any
plans in the first place, moved the conversation along in disinterest.
Tomorrow, theres an academic and career center, but it looks like were a bit short
of helping hands The student council is working pretty hard, however.

You dont say. Isshiki looks like shes screwing around, but shes actually doing her
work properly.
And there, a nomination came from Isshiki. It seems she wants you to help them
with the work.

Is Irohasus order me?1 The word work isnt exactly causing my heart to bounce up
and down though
So why go through all the trouble with you, sensei?
Isshiki was already pointlessly loitering at our room, so she couldve just asked then.
Its because its a formal order from the student council, said Hiratsuka-sensei,
nodding. Well, it means shes growing if she sought permission from an advisor. I
dont know what her intentions are, but human resources that can be freely utilized
without any issue fit you guys perfectly, so its a logical decision.
It looks like Hiratsuka-sensei was seeing the growth of Isshik in her own way No,
this was definitely Isshikis plan: She went through sensei, so we couldnt refuse. But
well, if Isshiki was putting a lot of her own effort into it, then I suppose it wouldnt
hurt to help her for a little bit.
Well, if thats all, that should be okay But what exactly do you do at an academic
and career center?
In a nutshell, itd be discussing test-taking strategies. Think of it as something
where you can direct specific questions to your upperclassmen.

Its rather early to be preparing for tests, dont you think? I mean, why start now?
We should have gone over this during homeroom. Hiratsuka-senseis expression
turned indignant.

Speaking of which, I think we did talk about that in class. I wonder if I just missed
it Ahaha I forced out a dubious smile and played it off.
Hiratsuka-sensei left the matter alone and sighed briefly. Its because our school
offers the International Liberal Studies course. There are kids who wish to study
abroad as well. Those kids in particular need to prepare as early as possible, so we
may be much earlier than general schools.
Study abroad
True enough, career paths werent limited within domestic borders. But I never gave
it much thought since it seemed too good to be true, but there certainly shouldve
been people who were sought to continue with higher education overseas. One
characteristic of our school was offering an International Liberal Studies course. As
such, the choice to study abroad was much more palpable.

Studying abroad, huh? Thats amazing I went overseas on a trip before, but Ive
never thought about living over there.
At the very least, it wasnt something you should be rash about. That meant those
who wished to study abroad mightve decided on it considerably far in advance.
I suppose there are a lot of people who have already decided, huh? I hear there
are people who already turned in their questionnaires, too
No, thats not true. Its just a handful of people that did. We did say the deadline
was at the end of the month. Its times like these when people turn in things at the
very last minute Ahh, Hayama did come to turn his in, though.
You dont say

For his name to pop here was just my luck. Now I dont need to bother with
carefully constructing a conversation as a lead-in to ask about him, I thought.
However, Hiratsuka-sensei gave me a fixed stare with sidelong eyes.
You wont get anything from me since its personal information.
I-I-I-I-I-Its not like I wanted to know or anything.
Well, its understandable. Your curiosity gets the better of you when it comes to
wanting to know about the schools people around you are interested in. Its also an
entertaining topic until its time for the actual exams. Hiratsuka-sensei smiled as if

feeling nostalgic from days past. She then continued. Students like Hayama and
Yukinoshita in particular are the center of attention even amongst the teachers. Its
a matter concerning the schools accomplishments as well.
Huh, they have quite the expectations, dont they?
Your liberal arts grades arent anything to sneeze at either But the disparity in
attention is baffling, said Hiratsuka-sensei.
She puffed her cheeks and seemed slightly upset, but well, thats just the way the
cookie crumbles. To this day, I had yet to develop a favorable relationship with a
teacher. Because of that, despite receiving good scores on exams, the grades that
showed up on my report cards always seemed to be lacking something. I will never,

ever understand why teachers found the blubbering (lol) punks in middle school to
be more likable
While engrossed in my unpleasant memories, Hiratsuka-sensei suddenly stopped.
She brushed aside her long hair and looked straight at me.
What do you plan on doing?
Im choosing the liberal arts, I said, immediately replying.
Hiratsuka-sensei shook her head. No, no, I mean after that.
Full-time house-husband.
The instant I answered, my head was lightly chopped. Hiratsuka-sensei placed her
hand on her waist in resignation and gave me a scrutinizing stare. It lacked her
usual overbearing attitude, but made her look more like an onee-san, making me
feel a little uneasy. Then, she sighed. Look at reality.

I-Its not like Im running away from reality, its just that Im facing my dreams But
saying this wouldve been too much for Hiratsuka-senseis earnest gaze.

I scratched my cheeks, looked away, and answered, I still havent decided yet.
Besides, its not like I have a specific career in mind and I dont really want to take
up a research position either, so I believe choosing the liberal arts isnt a problem.
Do you have anything youre interested in?
If its something Im interested in, itll be a hobby. Doing something you like for a
living sounds painful to me.
Life is hard! At least, I think thats what the Jinsei2 CM said. It really gave off the
vibe that life is too damn hard!

Thats very like you, Hikigaya. Well, you do have a point as well. In reality, if
were talking about your future being largely influenced by your undergraduate
program, then that isnt true for most people. Hiratsuka-sensei crossed her arms
and looked outside the window. There are people who go on to publishing from a
university of sciences while there are people who enter the entertainment industry
with a degree in sociology. There are even people who advance to universities for
foreign language study and then wander the world. People who attended law school
arent necessarily all going to become lawyers or prosecutors. As a matter of fact,
its not like I was enrolled in the department of education myself. Anyway, doctors,
lawyers, and researchers arent the only ones
Right. Pharmacists too I said.
Hiratsuka-sensei nodded.
Its certainly not always the case that your future occupation would have any
correlation with your undergraduate program. I mean, look at my pops. He
graduated from some incomprehensible undergraduate program and was doing
some incomprehensible job. Wait, theres a correlation there
Nowadays, theres an apparent distinction between the liberal arts and the sciences
and theyre even saying to consider things from an interdisciplinary perspective.
Even companies seemed to be taking risks and were hoping for a different system of
human resources.
In the end, a persons qualifications and skills were large assets. For example,
communication ability or communication ability, also, communication ability. These
communication abilities shouldve been deemed necessary by society. Aww man, I

dont want to think about job hunting.

But well, as a teacher, this is something I need to inform you of said Hiratsukasensei, and she patted my shoulders. Theres no need to determine your entire
future now. If you want, you can transfer to other colleges, change your department,
or even wait until you are accepted into a better college. Changing your career is
possible, too. This is merely just one opportunity amongst the numerous choices
available to you.
I see.
Im sure there were many chances to determine your path. It didnt matter whether
it was with your post-education or your career. So in other words, marriage was one
of the opportunities among those choices, right!? I couldnt say for sure whether
that opportunity existed or not though! For me or for sensei!
But that really just amounted to having the chance to choose again. Theres no
guarantee youd be able to take back any of your failures. You just might end up
failing more and increasing your pain.

But wouldnt it be bad if your first choice was a mistake?

Indeed. Thats why what teachers can do is increase those options said
Hiratsuka-sensei. And also, decrease them.
Is it really okay for you to decrease them? I asked.
Hiratsuka-sensei made a complicated expression.
Of course, the one making the final call is the student. At best, we can only offer
advice. So for the time being you need to hurry up and give up on your dream of
being a full-time house-husband.

Ahh, she just threw that option out the window My options
Eventually, we finished crossing the long hallway and approached the stairs. I was
planning to climb them, but Hiratsuka-sensei was going to turn the corner. It looked
like she wasnt coming along with me to the club. Her job was done after delivering
Isshikis request.
Hiratsuka-sensei lightly raised her hand and began walking away from me. I nodded
in response.
Then, she stopped her legs and turned her head towards me.
If you end up going with the teaching profession in university, how about
considering that? Surprisingly, you might fit the role perfectly.
Definitely not, theres no way I could be a teacher. That means Ill have to deal
with a student like this. I shrugged my shoulders and answered.
Hiratsuka-sensei wryly smiled. Point taken. I can agree with you on that.

Youre one to talk, being the busybody that you are.

I nodded my head one final time and watched Hiratsuka-sensei off.

In opening the door, my eyes met exactly with Yukinoshitas.

With a blanket covering her lap, she held a book wrapped in a cat cover that she
seemed fond of, but her gaze was occupied by the door.

It looked like Yuigahama had yet to arrive, so Yukinoshita was alone. She softly
smiled at me.
Good afternoon.
Sup.
After I replied, Yukinoshita closed her book and stood up. She then started on her
tea preparations as always.
As the water boiled, Yukinoshita took out two teacups and spoke to me.
It seems youre a little late today.
Hiratsuka-sensei had some sort of request or something
Yukinoshita loaded the pot with tea leaves and tilted her head in puzzlement.
Request?
She said theres an academic and career center of the sort tomorrow and that the
student council needs some help.
I see. The student council Ill free up my schedule then, said Yukinoshita.
Yeah. I found myself responding naturally due to her exceeding nonchalant answer.
Uh, wait, its fine if Im the only one who goes.
Considering that I was the only one who was nominated, its probably just menial
labor like setting up chairs. Theres no need to trouble Yukinoshita and Yuigahama
over it.
Despite what I said, Yukinoshita showed no signs of concern and immediately
replied, I dont really mind Its not like I have anything else in particular that
needs to be done.
Well, thats true
I was at a dead end, but thats not to say Yukinoshita had any specific plans herself.
Its really shameful considering what I blurted out to Miura, but this was our current
situation. So doing something to occupy ourselves might allow us to relax a bit.
We both went quiet after that, the sight of the pot boiling the water occupying our
eyes. As we waited for it to finish, the door was vigorously opened.
Yahallo!
Hallo, hallo~.

They were familiar and characteristic greetings.

First, it was Yuigahama. Next, entering the room after her was Ebina-san.
Good afternoon, Ebina-san.
Hello there, we havent seen each other since the New Year, huh~?
Yukinoshita politely recommended a seat to Ebina-san to which she thanked her and
sat. While Yukinoshita prepared a serving of tea for our visitor, I looked at
Yuigahama seeking an explanation thinking, Now then, why is this missy here, I

wonder?

Yuigahama nodded. Remember? We were talking about how we should check with
people who might know what Hayato-kuns career path could be, right?
Yeah.
So thats why I talked about it with Hina and we figured we might as well think it
over with everyone here. Right, Hina?
I hope Ill be useful though~.
Yuigahama kicked off the conversation and Ebina-san made an anxious nod.
Well, not a bad decision. Ebina-san occupied a relatively intimate position when it
came to Hayama and Miuras relationship. She wasnt someone I, or even
Yukinoshita, could simply ask by ourselves, but it could work if Yuigahama was
mediating.
Also, Ebina-san may be hiding under the guise of a rotten girl, but she also had a
mysterious side to her. Even if we missed the answer, we might stumble across
some kind of hint.
However, Ebina-sans expression was cloudy. Her glasses were also fogged up by
the tea she had accepted from Yukinoshita.
Hayato-kuns career path, huh? Cant say Ive heard anything about it myself.
That, and Hayato-kuns good in both subjects, so it might be hard to say.
Ahh, I thought so. Thats true Yuigahama dropped her shoulders and agreed.
Well, as long his grades werent as lopsided as mine, narrowing down his career
path from an academic perspective may be difficult.
It might be pessimistic to think of avoiding things you werent good with, but it fit
me to a T. But well, that didnt mean it applied to everyone out there.

With my cheeks in hand, I sighed.

Ebina-san continued to think. Looking like something came to mind, she opened her
mouth.
Oh, but, I think he mightve said something about types of occupations.
Eh, what, what? Did he really say that? asked Yuigahama.
Ebina-san nodded. This was a while back, but it was during the workplace visit. I
think he said something about the mass media or foreign capital groups or
something?
Ahh, right, he mightve mentioned that. Yuigahama clapped her hands together.
Upon mentioning it, I certainly did get the feeling he did say something along those
lines back then. But be it mass media or foreign capital groups, they were still too
broad. Its not like the liberal arts made it easier to enter the mass media and
foreign capital groups werent limited to just one industry. Its a fools errand trying
to work backwards from there.
However, those may be just things he said out of curiosity. That may be a little too
weak to serve as a starting point, said Yukinoshita, placing her hand on her chin.
She was absolutely correct. As reality turned out, the place we ended up going to
during the workplace visit was a completely unrelated IT firm anyway.
But Ebina-san seemed to have understood that as well.
Yep, I have the same opinion. Its just Ebina-san abrupt stopped speaking. Her
gaze was directed at the corner of the room, looking at no one in the room.
Its just? Yuigahama urged her to go on.
Ebina-san lightly shook her head. Its just, everyone ended up going to the same
place, so I dont think its going to be much of a reference!
Ahh, thats true, said Yuigahama.
Ebina-san uttered her lasting words unnaturally and Yuigahama nodded her head.
However, I sat there unable to nod mine. Just now, what was it that Ebina-san really
wanted to say?
Yukinoshita crossed her legs over again and asked Ebina-san further, Did he say
anything else?
I dont recall anything else particularly related Ebina-san cocked her head in
puzzlement as if searching through her memories, but her gaze then turned to me.

Oh, but hey, maybe HIkitani-kun might know when it comes to little things like that,
right?
Huh? Me? I pointed at myself instinctively after being abruptly thrown into the
conversation.
Thats true, Hikki watches people rea
Ebina-san jumped to her feet and interrupted Yuigahama. See! Its like an eye
conversation unique to homos! Its all about the Haya-Hachi!
Theres no such thing, nope, I said.

What in the world is an eye conversation unique to homos? Is that some kind of
Newtype disposition? Damn woman! Stop trying to be a rotten girl!
Spare me from jokes like that, I said.
A-Ahaha
Haa
Yuigahama made a strained smile while Yukinoshita let out a brief sigh, pressing
against her temple as if restraining a headache.
Ebina-san let out the usual rotten gufufu laughter with a frightening voice, but she
then suddenly pushed up the frame of her glasses with her finger. I couldnt tell
where her gaze was directed towards due to the glare in the lenses of her glasses.
Well, I wouldnt call it a complete joke though. Ebina-san added with a small
voice. If anything, it was so minute that I thought Id miss it entirely. Before I could
question the intent behind her words, Ebina-san moved her chair and leaned
forward. Oh, but we can always talk our brains out about the possibilities of HayaHachi!
No way, definitely
Now thats a shame, said Ebina-san. Anyway, Ill be on my way now. See you
again, Yui, Yukinoshita-san.
She stood up and headed towards the door of the club room.
Ah, okay. Thanks!
If you come across anything, well be happy if you could let us know again.
Sure thing. See you later. Ebina-san answered Yuigahama and Yukinoshita with
the wave of her hand and left the room.

Watching the door for a moment, I let out a short sigh. Looks like itll take a bit
more time until we come across something.
I suppose so. Yukinoshita nodded and reached out to her tea that turned cold.
Yuigahama had her mug in one hand as well while fiddling with her cellphone in the
other.
Restroom break real quick. I informed them briefly and left the clubroom.
Not much time had passed since Ebina-sans departure from the Service Club. She
shouldnt have gone that far. I wanted to go into a little more detail, no, I wanted to
ask her what she really meant by those words.
And on top of that, I felt that she still had some things she wanted to talk about
because I was the only one she didnt say goodbye to. Either that, she mightve just
had forgotten me. In that case, thats more like bullying, right? If the invisible
presence was Another3, then someone probably died.
With those thoughts in mind, I turned the corner and sure enough, Ebina-san was
walking ahead.
The sounds of my footsteps echoed in the hallway and Ebina-san turned around.
You know, I think its kind of pointless. She started off. Her tone was as though
she had anticipated I was going to chase after her.
What is?
The way youre digging around like this. Hayato-kun isnt someone wholl expose
his weaknesses so easily.
She halted to a stop with the gaze beyond the lenses fixated on me. The coldness of
her stare showed a distinct contrast with the expression she maintained every day.
Or possibly, this rigidness couldve been a part of her real nature. It was something I
had sensed in the incident during the field trip.
I lightly shrugged my shoulders and looked away from her eyes. I figured. But
after talking big to Miura, I have to get this done.
Uh huh
Thereon, our words disappeared.
In this hallway, the only ones present were Ebina-san and me. When we both went
quiet, a silence filled the air with only the audible sounds of the wind tapping against
the windows.

Feeling awkward from standing still in the silence, I scratched my head and what I
wanted to ask Ebina-san came to mind. I coughed once and opened my mouth.
I actually wanted to ask you, is your side fine with this?
What do you mean?
Well, regardless of how things go, I cant imagine you guys acting the same way as
you alwa
That wont happen. Ebina-san cut me short and promptly answered. Hayato-kun
will definitely find a way to avoid the issue and I think Yumiko will understand that. I
dont think the class change will actually cause everything to break down.
Her statement was ambiguous, but her voice had a quality akin to conviction.
I see. You trust them quite a bit, dont you?
Thats not really it I just think Hayato-kuns going to choose the method where no
one is hurt. Rather than trust, its more like a selfish wish of mine. Ebina-san smiled,
sticking out her tongue.
Perhaps, if I was like I was before, Im sure I wouldnt have felt an ink of suspicion
in Ebina-sans words. I think I wouldve arbitrarily decided in some respects that
Hayama Hayato to be just that kind of person.
But now, its different. Her words may not be clear, or something tangible, but even
so, lodged deep within them was a murky sensation of discomfort.
Thats why it made me want to ask.
Hey, why do you think that?
Answering everyones expectations is Hayato-kun, after all. Ebina-san removed
her gaze from me and smiled again. Not a tinge of charm was in that smile, only the
slight upward curve of her lips; a cold expression.
Having been witness to that so nearby, I couldnt think of any words to reply with.
In that small born silence, Ebina-san hopped a step back from me and shortly raised
her hand. Okay, Ill be going home now.
Ah, yeah I said, managing to answer. I watched Ebina-sans back as she left.
As of now, I had yet to arrive at something reminiscent of an answer.
But something felt strangely out of place. As I contemplated over the source of it, I
headed back to the clubroom.

Abruptly, I looked up at the sky from the window of the hallway. Up where I looked
was an indistinct, dim winter sky, tinged with scarlet and indigo.
In due time, the sky would eventually blacken.
Thoughtlessly, naturally, and betraying no ones expectations.

After Ebina-sans coming and going to our club, we didnt see any more visitors.
Once it was time for us to wrap up our activities, I set out for home.
I announced my return at the entrance with Im back, but I wasnt met with a
response. My two corporate slaves of parents werent likely to be home given the
time and Komachi was either at cram school or in her room.
I ascended the steps, entered the pitch black living room and flipped on the lights.

Flippity-flip.

The light filled the room.

Afterwards, a human figure appeared in the living room that I thought shouldve
been empty.
Whoa! Freaky
Taking a closer look, Komachi was resting her cheeks in her hand absentmindedly at
the table.
Having heard my pathetic voice, she turned towards me in realization and grinned.
Ah, onii-chan. Welcome back.
Y-Yeah, Im back
I threw my coat and bag onto the sofa and switched on the heater. Apparently,
Komachi had been in that daze for a while now. The living room was completely
chilly.
Whats wrong, Komachi? I sat on the couch and asked.
Komachi showed an embarrassed grin and fell forward onto the table.
N-No more. I just cant anymore Komachi sobbed as she spoke and then began
holding her head. Uuuu When I fail this exam, itll definitely be the start of the

downward spiral of my life And then the neighbors will laugh at us, Did you hear
about the two shut-in kids at the Hikigaya household? Theyre two peas in a pod,
fufufu Im sure I wont be able to lead a proper life!
Uh, Im not a shut-in though
Not lending an ear at all to my retort, Komachi rustled her hair and collapsed
forward on the table again.

Oh boy, here she goes again Its the same trap she fell into earlier during the end
of the year.

Well, there were things like marriage blues or maternity blues, also, theres Tail
Blue4, too. In Komachis case, itd be something like exam blues. Others included the
Sentai force guys like Exam Points Red or Corporate Slave Black. What an
unpleasant Sentai force, yep.
Anyway, I had a general idea of how to handle Komachi.
How about taking a break? Like, think about something fun, I said in accordance
to my onii-chan manual, but I saw no response from Komachi. Usually, shed bite on

to it instantly

I rested against the sofa finding it strange and turned towards Komachi. She was
slumping over the table and was slightly pouting. Her fist atop the table was lightly
grasped.
Theres no way Ill have fun.
Unlike earlier, the humorous tone from her voice was gone. Her sulking brought
back memories of when she was a little kid.
Did something happen?
Nothing.
Komachis answering voice was blunt. However, contrary to being so brief, it
sounded like she wanted to say more.
I sat there quietly, waiting for her to continue. Nearly a whole minute had passed. In
the living room, the discernible sounds were just the ticking second hand of the
clock on the wall and the rush of cars driving past from outside.
Eventually, Komachi let out a resigned sigh.
Its just, you know? When I take a break, or right before I sleep, or when I eat, I
start wondering if I did that or if I finished this, said Komachi, talking gradually. She

didnt look my way, fixated only on her lightly gripped fist. Like, what am I going to
do if I didnt make it or like, what if I failed, what am I going to do? Stuff like that.
She crushed her fist harder. To unravel that, I spoke to her as slowly as possible.
You dont need to worry about that. After all, you did pass the exams for the
private school.
Its not like I want to go there.
Komachi turned her face away from me. By doing that, I couldnt get a read on her
expression. Then, I could hear a disjointed voice.
Itd be dumb to pay for a school that I dont want to go to Ill feel bad for dad,
too.
Both of our parents worked, so we had some flexibility. Honestly, I think we had
enough saved to cover tuition for a private school. But money probably wasnt the
issue Komachi wanted to talk about.

But she feels bad for dad, huh? Typically, shed just omit him, but times like these
were when shed bring him up.

Of course, its not like Komachi truly hated pops.

But backed into the corner by exams, her normally hidden nature was coming apart
at the seams.
Plus, I really dont want to hear that I failed
Her voice was shaking.
Komachi was a bright and capable little sister, always with a smile on her face. She
handled our house and of course, she even looked out for her older brother. Theres
no doubt she kept this energetic behavior at school as well.
But during the winter break, its certain that she was trying to take some distance
from her friends. Present there was the friction and pressure of human relationships
that I couldnt fathom.
The more energetic you are, the more apparent it is when your radiance is gone.
Private schools had already announced the results of the exams and it shouldve
been a topic going around the classes between classmates. The thorns of offhand
remarks that were normally trivial would eventually turn into pointed spears at the
heart.
Thats why people wanted to take some distance from people and from reality.

When Komachi finished her fragmented words, in their place, I could hear a sigh as
if she was sobbing.
I got up from the sofa and sat at the seat across Komachi.
Well, yes, high school exams are certainly important. If you pass this one, theres
definitely going to be a considerable gap between you and your middle school
friends and itll be hard to face them.
Uh huh Komachi responded with a voice that didnt seem to understand all that
well.
Its possible that this was reiterated at school, cram school, or even by our parents.
But I continued regardless.
But universities exams are much more important and job hunting is probably much,
much more important. And while youre doing all that, your friends will decrease and
most of all, if you get through them, itll become a complete disaster.
Y-Yeah
Her voice was mixed with confusion to which I answered with all my confidence,
But itll be fine.
Komachi lifted her head. Her eyes were slightly wet, her expression somewhat
surprised. When she made a face like that, memories of when she was younger
surfaced and I slipped out a smile.
Instead, you can put it like this: As long everything checks out at the end, youre
good. Same goes with baseball playoffs. Attending an amazing high school or college
is similar to receiving an advantage for taking first place in a regular season. The
advantages will be in your favor, but it wont decide everything.
Once, there was a team who had seized ahold the title of number one in Japan by
climbing up through a series of short battles in the brief post-season from rank three
in the regular season. No one knew what happened. When youre losing, subbing in
a pinch-hitter could lead to an upset like an infield hit to the slow grounder. Life and
baseball were dramas without a script.
I thought I was passionately telling a story, but Komachi didnt seem too interested
in the talk about baseball as if she had zoned out halfway through and only her face
was directed towards me without answering.

Mmm, according to my onii-chan radar, this isnt what Komachi wanted to hear.
I scratched my head, clueless of what else to say, and decided to just say whatever
came to mind.

Well, you know If it comes down to it, if its just you, Ill do something about it.
Onii-chan
Supporting two people isnt all that much different from one person. Ill beg our
parents for you.
Youre supposed to say youre going to work there Komachi wiped her eyes as
she spoke and smiled.
Thats a last resort for me And this may be odd coming from me, but your oniichan is pretty darn amazing. I can succeed with most things Thats why, just relax.
I stretched my hand out and lightly patted Komachis head, then rustled her hair.
Hey, onii-chan. When I watch you said Komachi, cutting her words short. She
rested her hand against mine and looked at me with eyes that were still slightly
moist. She then let out an exhausted sigh. I start to think that getting so worried is
really dumb She brushed off my hand.
Good for you.

This darn little sister This is what I get for being nice to her Then again, that
makes her cute too, okay? Mmm, but the cuteness onii-chan was expecting was just
a little different
Argh, okay, enough of this. Back to studying.
Komachi stood up from her chair, returning to her usual self and headed out towards
the living room. When she held the knob of the door, she stopped abruptly.
Thanks. She muttered, quickly went out the living room, and shut the door.
Past the door was just the sound of climbing footsteps that sounded much busier
than normal.

The following day after school, Yukinoshita, Yuigahama, and I arrived at front of the
conference room.
We were here to assist the student council as requested by Hiratsuka-sensei
yesterday, that is, to prepare for the academic and career center. Although I stated
that I wouldve been fine alone, the two arrived at the conclusion that they had

nothing else to do and the situation ended with Lets get this finished quickly with
the three of us!
The last time I was here at the conference room was during the Cultural Festival;
well, during the preparations for the Sports Festival.
I placed my hand on the door and the conference room was already unlocked. Its
likely that Isshiki and the other student council members were already here. I
knocked on the door and I could hear a slow-witted voice, Cooome in. I opened
the door and Isshiki at the window side turned around.
Ah, senpai!
As if to say, So sloooow Isshiki trotted over and tried to grab my sleeve. But as
soon as she noticed the two behind me, she slowly bowed.
Oh, thank you two as well for coming.
Yahallo, Iroha-chan!
What should we do?
Yuigahama cheerfully answered to her bow and Yukinoshita looked inside the
conference room.
Similarly, I shifted my eyes inside and the room was currently in its default setup. A
long, narrow square was formed by and seats were systematically lined around it.
Since were prepping for the academic and career center, we have to reorganize the
room. Also, the student council has to be around and act as appropriate support or
something.
Huh, sounds like thatll take a while, I said.
Isshiki dropped her shoulders. Yes, thats right. And this is supposed to be student
council related work, too Its seriously nothing but grunt work here said Isshiki.
Well, thats just what the student council is
I didnt hear a single thing about this Gosh, if it wasnt for a certain somebody
telling me to become the student council president

Flick flick flick. Isshiki intentionally sent me glances.

So annoying But for how much youre grumbling, it looks like youre actually
working.

W-Well, it is work, after all, said Isshiki, twisting her body uncomfortably and
looked away from me. She then coughed once and she shook the stack of papers in
her hand. A-Anyway! Please move the chairs and tables. Then create six special
booths with the partitions. Senpai and vice-president, please handle the heavy
lifting.

Aye, aye! I nodded, making a side peace sign internally, and Isshiki returned one
as well. She then looked at Yukinoshita and Yuigahama.
As for the girls, please handle the chairs. There should be one seat on the tutor
side and two on the student side. If you finish, please prepare tea for the tutors
use.
Isshiki handed out instructions as she looked at the printout. Surprisingly, she had
become very efficient and was now quite the expert. The secretary girl in braids
nodded in response to the instructions.
On the other hand, an individual was tilting her head. Of course, it was Yuigahama.
Chuuter? A mouse?
Its not a pets name, you know

Were not talking about Nyanta, Hamtaro, Ebizou, or Kikuzou here. Wondering how I
should explain it to her, Yukinoshita assertively took a step forward.

Tutors are people who give advice and assist with education guidance. In this case,
theyll be people who are doing the counseling.
Thats right. Along with the teachers, were also having alumni and third years who
received recommendations attending, said Isshiki.
Alumni Yukinoshita frowned.

What a coincidence. Right now, I probably imagined the exact same thing as she did.
It was an unpleasant premonition I often had.

Okay. I need to go call the tutors, so vice president, please handle the rest. Isshiki
stated and left the conference room.
The rest of us proceeded with the preparations according to the instructions of the
vice president.
As I carried in the partitions with the vice president, he looked apologetic and spoke
up.
Sorry about this, you really helped us out. We wanted help just for setting up the
room.

Ahh, its fine with me. Having things to do beforehand is a lot better.
During the Christmas event, we had gone through hell because we had nothing set
in stone. Compared to then, I think the situation had turned considerably better
whether it came to Isshikis motivation, the student councils awkwardness, or the
relationship of between Yukinoshita, Yuigahama, and me.
The trigger couldve been anything and if we could carry heavy things together like
this little by little, then we should be able to change our way of being.
We moved the tables, lined the partitions, and the only remaining work was what
the girls had to do. Since we worked so efficiently, we were left with plenty of spare
time before the scheduled start of the center.
There, I spotted a figure restlessly examining the interior of the conference room at
the door, coming here earlier than the others. The familiar ponytail that went back
and forth at the door shook.
Her name was, I think, Honda, no, Suzuki or maybe Yamaha? Werent these just
motorcycle stuff? I mean, her delinquent appearance already gave off that
impression. Motorcycle, motorcycle Motorcycle, Kawasaki, motorcycle? Yeah, its
probably Kawasaki.
Since Kawasaki was worried about whether it was okay for her to enter, I decided to
call out to her.
Hey, its going to take a bit longer.
kay.
Kawasaki froze when I spoke to her. Her response was rather short, blunt even. She

always reacts like this, doesnt she?

But having her stand around and wait pointlessly made me feel apologetic since she
came all the way here. Until the room was finished setting up, I decided to pass the
time with her.
Then again, youre actually here for the academic and career center, huh?
F-For the most part
Kawasakis attitude seemed agitated somehow when she answered. She certainly did
feel more like a regular girl whenever she reacted like this. Though theres a
frightening air to her, her earnestly coming to a center like this made her appear like
a good child. That part of her made uncle see her in a very favorable light, yep.

This is a good opportunity. Ill try asking Kawasaki what her career path is, though
Im not sure if itll be of any use.

Oh yeah, what are you doing for your career path?

Huh? Me? Im thinking of going to a public school for the liberal arts or
something.
Specific and vague at the same time, huh I said.
She started off certain about the schools she was interested in, but she ended on an
ambiguous note.
Kawasaki then glared at me with half-closed eyes. Got a problem?
Not at all. Not at all, okay?
I ended up responding politely. Now, couldnt she do something about that hostility
of hers? Of course I had no problems with it. Id totally wish shed stop with that
real monk5 aura of hers. She could probably shoot out some Raging Fists, too
But if you already picked out a place, did you really need to come?
I wasnt sure about my grades, so I just thought Id come and ask about them
While her words were straightforward, a lack of confidence could be detected in
them. It looks like she was determined to enter a public school.
Yeah, thats right. She had siblings, didnt she? Every family had their own respective
circumstances.
Any household, no matter whose it was, had circumstances. That should apply to
Hayama and Yukinoshita all the same. In Kawasakis case, she had a lot of siblings.
She gave the future some thought and decided to go with a public institution. She
had a younger sister at a nursery school, too. So there wasnt any harm in attending
a public school. What a nice onee-chan, really. Worlds apart from a certain onee-

sama out there

Speaking of which, is your little sister doing okay? Uhh, Mii-chan?

Huh? Who the heck is that? Kawasaki sent me an intense glare.

O-Oh cmon, I just got her name wrong This darn siscon Anyway, whats her
name again? Haa-chan? No, thatd be me, I think. Hachiman turns into Haa-chan.
Okay, how about Kaa-chan well, thats for maman.
I reasoned through several thoughts and when I arrived at a name that sounded
familiar, I clapped my hands.
Oh, its Saa-chan.

In that instant, silence settled in. Then, Kawasaki snapped to her senses and
retreated one step backwards. With a completely red face, she violently spat out,
Huuh!? Who are you calling Saa-chanYou have no right to say that.
Oh yeaaah. Saki, huh?

So thats why she turned into Saa-chan, makes sense. However, Kawasaki didnt
seem at all too pleased and took another step backwards.
H-Huuh!?

Stop with the annoying hah, hah!? Are you T-san6 born at a temple or something?
In Kawasakis case, itd be K-san? Ah, right, its Kei-chan.
Kei-chan, right? Kei-chan. I just remembered, I said.
Kawasaki sharply glared at me. Next time you forget, Ill pound you.
R-Right

I cant say it I cant say that I forgot her little sisters name and that
Kawasomething-sans name was fuzzy to me, too But talking about her little sister
apparently caused her to soften and she began speaking with a gentle tone,
completely different from earlier.

Next time, um, if you see her again can you play with Kei-chaKeika, again?
Mm, yeah. Well, I dont imagine ever seeing her again, but if I do, sure.
Okay
After nodding to her reserved reply, the door of the conference room slid open and
Yuigahamas face popped out.
Hikki, were done preparing.
And then Yuigahama noticed Kawasaki, going Ohh and waved her hand. Kawasaki
nodded back and bowed her head.
Are you here for the center? Come in, come in! said Yuigahama, and beckoned
Kawasaki in.
As I watched her leave, I opened the door to the conference room entirely. Doing
this made it easier for other students to enter.
When I was about to place the door stopper at the bottom, a voice spoke to me
from above.

Hey, I didnt get to ask you your career path.

I turned around and only Kawasakis head was facing me.
Im going for a private school in the liberal arts.
Uh huh So, the liberal arts. Kawasaki stated in disinterest and walked towards
Yuigahamas motioning.
Well, its the same liberal arts. In the off chance that we end up in the same
classes next year, then I might meet her little sister again. So Ill play with her when
that happens.

After Kawasaki showed up, other students intermittently started to come by. I
glanced at the clock and the scheduled start of the center was just a little longer.
Beyond the door, a noisy, speaking voice could be heard from the hallway.
Yukinoshita who was standing next to me strained her ear in its direction.
Yuigahama walked to us and sent a curious gaze towards the hallway side.
It was a familiar voice to me as well. Sure enough, the owner of the voice had
accompanied Isshiki Iroha into the conference room. And expectations met, it was
Yukinoshita Haruno. Following behind her was Meguri-senpai.
When Haruno-san spotted me, she amiably waved her hand. Oh, its Hikigaya-kun.
Hyahallo!
Hello. I bowed my head slightly.
Haruno-san made a content smile and then shifted her gaze to Yukinoshita.
Yukinoshita boldly took on that gaze and both of their gazes flew back and forth.
Nee-san.
So Yukino-chan was here, too. Mmkay, onee-chan will hear you out on lots of
things today, said Haruno-san, poking fun at her.
Yukinoshita squinted with a grimace. Situation going critical Really, you two,

please do stuff like that at home

Promptly assessing the dangerous mood, Yuigahama stood next to Yukinoshita and
started a conversation with Haruno-san.

Ah, so it was Haruno-san when they said alumni, huh?

Yep, yep. I heard something about getting a reward Haruno-san smiled with
incredible glee. So here I am!

This person sure has a lot of free time or maybe she doesnt have any friends? I
had my suspicions of her, but Haruno-san was the type of person to be liked by
others. She seemed to have earned another follower today as well. Isshiki came
immediately next to Haruno-san and started a conversation with sparkling eyes.

Im soooo glad an amazing senpai like you came today, you really helped us out!
Really? Its not that big of a deal, you know?
Although she was acting unassuming, Haruno-sans composed smile was brimming
with confidence, somehow even frighteningly captivating.
Not at all, Haru-san-senpai, youre just, like, so cool! I really admire you! I want to
be just like Haru-san-senpai, too or something.
Thanks you!
Haruno-san embraced Isshiki and coddled her. In her arms, Isshiki was making a
sheepish smile. Ahh, this girl was trying to get in the good graces of an influential

person and if things went well, shed try to get some know-how knowledge

But Haruno-san, a formidable enemy, chuckled with a fascinated smile as she

rubbed Isshikis hair, as if she had seen through that level of calculation completely.

I witnessed something unpleasant If possible, I didnt want Isshiki turning out like
Haruno-san. But Meguri-senpai had a delighted smile as she watched them, that
unnatural scene possibly being interpreted differently by those who looked.

In accordance to the Solace no Hado7, the comfy Megu Megu Megurin Megurin
Power, I could feel my heart becoming nearly Megurid.
When she noticed me, she greeted me with the wave of her hand and walked up to
me. Hikigaya-kun, it sure feels like a long time!
Ah, right Senpai, you were called, too?
Yep, I received a designated school recommendation, after all.
When we started that discussion, Yuigahama came over and joined in. Wh-Whats a
designated school recommendation?
A designated school recommendation is the system where a university imposes a
quota of student recommendations on a high school. Students who satisfy the

selection requirements are nominated and recommended by the high school. The
relatively high success rate compared to direct applications is one characteristic of
the system.
For some reason, Yukinoshita had answered Yuigahamas question. Meguri-senpai
was listening and nodded her head.
Thats Yukinoshita-san for you. Youre so knowledgeable! For our school, there are
considerably prominent universities you can be recommended for. So if you can
maintain excellent grades in school, youll be able to get one.
Fufun, Meguri-senpais small boastful puff of her chest was adorable. Gahh, Im

getting Meguriiiid

However, this former student council president wasnt just a comfy person. When
work needed to be done, she made sure it happened. Otherwise, she wouldnt be
able to get something like a recommendation. The level-headed Meguri-senpai
looked at the clock. It was just about a few more minutes until the scheduled start
time.
She walked towards Isshiki who was still frolicking with Haruno-san and asked,
President, what should we do?
Ah. Then, Shiromeguri-senpai, can you take the corner booth while Haru-san-senpai
takes the one next to it
After Isshiki was pulled back into reality, she began making assignments. As she was
doing that, Yukinoshita glanced at the clock again. She then called out to Harunosan.
Nee-san, do you have a moment?
Hmmm?
I want to ask you something. Hikigaya-kun, Yuigahama-san, can I have some of
your time as well? said Yukinoshita, and she motioned us towards the corner of the
conference room.
Since she said she wanted to ask something and also called us together, I had a
general idea of what she was going to do. She was probably thinking of asking
Haruno-san about Hayamas career path. When that came to mind, the one with the
longest association with Hayama, both inside and outside of school, was certainly
Haruno-san. Yukinoshitas thinking was on the right track.
We covertly gathered at the corner of the conference room and Yukinoshita frankly
asked, Do you have any idea what Hayamas career path may be?

As if Haruno-san had not expected a question like that, she repeatedly blinked her
eyes. But she promptly let out a short, derisive laugh. Hayatos career path? Oh, is
that it?
Her apathetic tone gave off the impression as if she was aware of something.
Not overlooking that, Yukinoshita inquired, Do you know something?
Who knows? Im not really interested, so I havent asked. I bet hes already chosen
something anyway. Haruno-san answered back curtly and let out a long sigh of
amazement. She then directed a mean-spirited smile towards Yukinoshita. Her eyes
brimmed with a sadistic, dark glitter. Besides, Yukino-chan, you should have an
idea of what it is without having to ask me.
I wouldnt be asking you if I did, nee-san, said Yukinoshita, replying with a
similarly sharp and cold gaze.
That provocative tone caused Haruno-san to show a slight grimace for just an
instant.
But she immediately retracted it and with a voice not severe in tone, but composed,
bluntly stated, Think very hard about it on your own.

The way she spoke as if in rebuke caused Yukinoshita to lose her words. Yuigahama,
as well, widened her eyes and looked at Haruno-san. Even I was slightly caught off
guard. It was a tone that didnt feel hostile or malicious, yet by no means could it be
described as virtuous or affectionate.
Haruno-san promptly stuck out her tongue and showed another teasing, unpleasant
smile.
Here I was thinking you could finally do things by yourself, yet youre relying on
people again like back then. I mean, thats what made you sooo adorable when you
were younger. Oh, I know, said Haruno-san. More importantly, Yukino-chan,
whats your career path?
When she asked Yukinoshita, she came back to her senses. She flicked aside the
hair at her shoulders and looked at her haughtily. I dont believe its necessary to
tell you, nee-san.
Moms also the one who asked me to. Unless an opportunity like this comes around,
its kind of hard to ask. Yukino-chan never, ever mentions the important things, after
all. Onee-chan doesnt know what to do here. Haruno-san placed her hand on her
cheeks with a wry smile. She sounded like she was joking, but that tenderness
instantly vanished and she made a glance at me. Right, Hikigaya-kun?

Ah, no I stuttered with my answer due to being abruptly brought up.

Haruno-sans eyes that looked as if she had seen through everything grabbed ahold
of me and wouldnt let me go. In that instant, at the corner of my vision, I could see
Yukinoshita biting her lips with a downcast look.
It has nothing to do with you, nee-san.
So coooold. Ah, I know. Hikigaya-kun, why dont you talk to onee-chan about some
things? said Haruno-san. I can tell you anything, you know?
She poked my cheeks and peered into my face. Because we were inside, her bosom,
likely covered outside by her cut and sewn muffler scarf, peeked out and a sweet
smell of perfume wasclose, close, close!
No, well, Ive already decided
I made some distance equivalent to the amount she approached me with and
strongly bent my body backwards. Haruno-sans cheeks swelled in dissatisfaction.
She then let out a bored sigh and turned to Yuigahama this time.
Aww. Okay, I guess Ill settle for Gahama-chan then.
Im just an addition!?
Yuigahama shrieked in agony from the excessive crude treatment and Haruno-san
giggled.
After that, Isshiki and Meguri-senpai came over. They probably came to call Harunosan. The start of the center was approaching as well.
Naturally, there were students who arrived at the last minute and the conference
room erupted with activity.
In that crowd, I spotted Hayama and the others. Its likely he was acting as a
chaperon for Tobe or even Miura.
Of course, he noticed us as well. Although we were at the corner of the room,
Haruno-san, an outsider, attracted attention easily.
Near the entrance of the room, somewhat further away from us, Hayama called out
to her.
Haruno-san
Ah, its Hayato. Haruno-san greeted with the lifting of her hand.

Then, it sounded as if the commotion in the conference room had slightly ballooned.
Haruno-san tilted her head to that reaction.
Is it just me or do the stares feel kind of strange?
Well, yes, you do stand out.
I didnt need to say it, but from the perspective of an onlooker, Haruno-san was a
beauty that just walking in a city would cause people to glance at her. In a school
environment, she stood out like a sore thumb.
But Haruno-san made a face that didnt buy into my words.
It feels a little different from that though said Haruno-san.
Ahh, its gotta be because of that rumor. Isshiki slipped out her remark in
recollection.
Meguri-senpai latched onto that. Oh, that rumor! Its kind of wonderful, dont you
think? I really like those kinds of rumors, too.
Rumor? Huh, whats that about, Iroha-chan?
Haruno-san didnt let that word slide by and she directed a gaze to Isshiki.
Ah, ummm Isshiki contemplated whether it was okay to tell her, making
alternating glances between the discouraged Yukinoshita and Hayama who was
chatting further away, and was at a loss for words.
But Haruno-san placed her hands lightly on Isshikis shoulders as if pressing her for
an answer. Tell me please?
At that point, she couldnt refuse. Those words were just as heavy. Haruno-san wore
her usual smile while quietly waiting for Isshiki to act. After a few seconds of that, as
if giving in, Isshiki whispered into Haruno-sans ears while being mindful of the
reactions around her.
Haruno-san leaned her ear to one side as she nodded with an amused expression.

Ahh, if this person gets wind of the rumor, theres no telling whatll happen
But Haruno-sans attitude wasnt as I imagined it to be.

Oh, so thats what it is Thats something theyve been through since a long time
ago, said Haruno-san, coldly.
After thanking Isshiki, she turned around as if dropping all of her interest.
Meguri, lets get going.

Okaaay.
Haruno-san accompanied Meguri-senpai to their assigned booths. When she parted
from us, she turned her head and waved her hand at us.
Okay, see you around!
Both her expression and gestures were cheerful, but next to me, Isshiki had a stiff
smile in contrast. She then rotated her head towards me as if making mechanical
sounds and let out a relieved sigh.
Th-That was sooo scary Thats definitely Yukinoshita-senpais onee-san, theres no
doubt about it!
No one doubts that.
Thats an unpleasant way to lump us together. Yukinoshita sighed, pressing
against her temple as if holding back a headache.
Yuigahama then lightly patted her shoulders. Its okay! Yukinon isnt scary at all!
Thats fine, but I somehow get the impression youre making a fool out of me
Eh? Th-Thats not true! Yukinon, youre like, how should I say it really cute!
Yuigahama clenched her fists and emphasized.
Yukinoshita made a flabbergasted look and averted her face. But even so, you two

are as friendly as ever

In any case, the academic and career center was going to begin. Fortunately, we
were only ordered to set up the room. The rest could be left up to the student
council.
Alright, Isshiki, were going back.
Yes, thank you very much! Isshiki politely bowed.
I nodded back and then called out to Yukinoshita and Yuigahama.
Alright, lets head back to the club.
I suppose so.
Uh huh, got it.
I accompanied the two on our way out of the conference room and we passed by
Hayama and the others who were stopped at the entrance. I made a glance at
Hayama and he was engaged in a conversation with the others.

Beeh, who the heck should I talk to?

Theres still time until its your turn, so just think it over.
Hayama had a bitter smile to Tobes words and he quietly looked to the front. Ahead
was Haruno-san.
Hey, Hayato Are you close with that person? Miura stated with a quiet voice as
she looked at Haruno-san without turning to Hayama.
Hayama looked at her, to some extent with surprise, but quickly made a broad smile.
Shes just a childhood friend.
With that conversation behind me, we went back to the clubroom.

A desktop calendar was set on top of the table in the clubroom. Well, it wasnt so
much of a calendar, but more of a desktop cat album, what with cat images placed
in all the spaces of the page. I stared at the calendar while groaning.
I poured your tea.
Hm? Ahh, thanks. I sipped from my teacup as I glared at the calendar.
Yuigahama gawked at the calendar. There isnt too much time left until the turn-in
date, huh?
Yeah. But Im totally clueless here
So far, I had asked several people indirectly, but not a single answer relating to
Hayamas career path came up. It mightve been because I was so poor at asking
people, but if I went out and checked with people upfront, thered be problems if he
got wind of it. I was already refused by him in person when I asked him directly,
after all. Itd be inconvenient if it got out that I was digging around for the reason
why he didnt want to tell anyone about his career path. I didnt care what he
thought of me, but I wanted to avoid putting Miura in an uncomfortable position.
As I thought about various things while counting down the few remaining days,
there was the sound of a teacup being placed on a saucer.
I turned my head and Yukinoshita was making an unusually earnest expression.
Hikigaya-kun I spoke to you about Hayamas parents before, correct?

Yeah. Something about them being lawyers and doctors.

Huh!? Really!? Yuigahama made a look of surprise, seemingly hearing this for
the first time.
You never asked? I said.
Yuigahama inflated her cheeks as if slightly sulking. You normally dont talk about
stuff like that I mean, its not like I know what your parents do, Hikki.
Both of them are just your typical corporate slaves.
Ah, same here. My moms a normal housewife though

Oh yeah, I totally get that vibe Considering her inability to cook and her housewife
aura in the strangest things, it was oddly plausible.

Your personality was greatly shaped by the environment in which you were raised.
In the same way, I didnt want to be a corporate slave, owing it to my parents who I
observed as I grew up. But hey, our household finances werent in dire straits since
we had double the income, so I was quite grateful. You could even say the reason I
was supportive of women independence was because of my working parents. And in
the future, once Komachi started working, our double income would become triple
income and our household would be secure.
As I dreamed about my wonderful family plan, Yuigahama continued the
conversation.
S-So is Hayato-kun going to follow his family? asked Yuigahama.
Yukinoshita placed her hand to her chin and tilted her head.
I wonder Hayama-kuns father himself handles the law firm while his
maternal grandfather is a family doctor, so both are certainly a possibility
So we cant really narrow it down between the liberal arts or sciences then.
Be it lawyers or doctors, both occupations required credentials. If his only choice
was just one or the other, then we could exclude one subject or the other, but with
both options possible, ultimately, we were still clueless.
Yuigahama moaned as she listened. She then lifted her face. But isnt it like super
amazing if he went with either of them?
Thats true. From a general perspective, I believe theyre an affluent family.
Yukinoshita nodded.

Certainly, if were discussing lawyers and doctors, they had a strong profitable image.
I was aware of some of the circumstances concerning Hayamas family, but it was
outrageous having to hear it again. Why was a guy like that attending our school?
He shouldve just gone to a better private school.

Well, I guess Yukinoshitas similar in that regard. I looked at Yukinoshita.

Actually, can you really be saying that?
As far as cash is concerned, theyre likely wealthier. I cant say for our total assets,
however. Yukinoshita stated calmly and nonchalantly.

A girl of marriageable age should not be uttering words like cash and total assets.
On the other hand, Yuigahama stared into space, twisting her head and mumbled
something.
Cash card?

Oh, so you know what a cash card is? Good on you, Yuigahama. Ill teach you what
a debit card is next time.
Anyway, putting Yuigahama aside, lets think over Hayamas career path for now.
First without a doubt, the main premise was that he was planning to advance to
university. Hayama was an honor student with excellent grades and placed second
in our year on the proficiency exams. If he had no intention of continuing his
education, thered be a huge ruckus amongst the teaching faculty, but according to
Hiratsuka-sensei, that wasnt the case.
So far, so good.
But Hayamas career path wasnt what I wanted to know. At best, it was just which
of the two subjects he was going to choose for his third year here.
I have no clue, I mumbled.
Similarly in contemplation, Yuigahama spoke up.
Maybe its the liberal arts? It seems like most people went with that, too.
Yeah. Well, thats pretty easy to imagine.
In reality, everyone who pictured the human figure called Hayama Hayato generally
thought that way. He was a person who didnt make things complicated, got along
with everyone, and could even treat people like Zaimokuza and me at the bottom of
the school caste kindly. The image of audacious frolicking and giggling wasnt
inconsistent with the Hayama figure to this day.

But right now, a discrepancy was emerging. I had no clear idea how I was supposed
to interpret that.
When I began thinking in silence again, Yukinoshita, similarly quiet, looked at me as
if she wanted to say something. I responded with just my eyes and she started to
speak in contemplation.
I think hell choose the sciences
Whys that? Yuigahama asked.
Yukinoshita looked downwards anxiously. I cant really say its a grounded reason,
but, um, itll also be concerning me, so
You dont need to force yourself to say it if you dont want to.
Yukinoshitas voice was mixed with hesitation and anxiety that I instinctively
interrupted her. However, after repeatedly opening and closing her mouth, she lifted
her head as if making her resolve.
Not at all, um Its not like therell be anything to lose if you knew, right?

She sure is bad at wording things, not that I had the right to say that. Yuigahama
and I adjusted our sitting and faced Yukinoshita. She then slowly began to speak.

Youre aware that Hayama-kun has a long association with my family, correct?
When we were younger, the two of us and nee-san were often together. Since neesans that kind of person, we usually had to go along with whatever she did said
Yukinoshita. So to put it simply, I believe its fine to assume that he grew up with
nee-san as an influence.
After she finished, she let out a small sigh.
What she told me during the Christmas season didnt vary all that much from what
she just said now. But now that I had witnessed the sight of the three of them
together and heard their old stories in-person, I was struck with a definite feeling of
reality.
The present Hayama Hayato. And the past Hayama Hayato spoken by various
people. What I needed to think from this point on was the Hayama Hayato of the
future. Other things, I could put to the side for now.
Um, Haruno-san went with the sciences, right? So that means he might also choose
the sciences. You do get influenced a lot when youre younger, too, said Yuigahama.
Yes But I cant say that for sure.

Yukinoshitas answer sounded vague. Yuigahama and I looked at Yukinoshita to

continue and with a preface, It might be a contradiction, but she said, If he plans
to continue our family relations in the near future, then I believe it would be much
more efficient if he succeeded the law firm.
Wouldnt that mean hell be going with the liberal arts, then? I said.
Yukinoshita shook her head. There are other ways to continue that relation, so
Well, yeah.
Not just lawyers, but other business conditions could be used to maintain a
relationship. It didnt even need to be from a business standpoint either. For
example, a marital relationship, though it felt completely out of touch with reality,
was one possibility that could be considered.
As I thought it over, Yukinoshita added in supplement. Of course, I dont know
what Hayamas family thinks on the matter. I cant say for certain that isnt
influencing Hayamas career path. Ive never heard him going against his parents
before.
Ahh, right. Hayato-kun seems like he handles his family business quite a lot, huh?
Yukinoshita nodded to Yuigahamas simple thought. After listening to this story, I
had a general grasp of his familys situation. Even so, we still lacked a solution.
Before I noticed, I was scratching my head and let out a sigh.
I doubt we can ask Hayamas parents. Theres not much we can do if were heading
into family territory.
I suppose so Yukinoshitas expression turned gloomy. But at the very least, my
mother wishes for a lasting relationship.
I reflexively averted my gaze.
Got it. For now Ill think it over for a little bit, I said, and stopped the
conversation.
Truthfully, I really wanted time to organize my thoughts. At this point, our remaining
option was to make conjectures from the scarce pieces we had. Lets just think

about Hayamas career path for now.

After all.

If I didnt do that, I had a feeling I was going to imagine something horribly

nauseating.

I let out a big sigh and when the conversation was implied to be over, Yukinoshita
and Yuigahama loosened their postures. Everyone reached out to their tea and a
peaceful silence was born. The lukewarm tea that washed down my throat felt good.
The sound of a teacup being placed reverberated in the quiet room and Yukinoshita
slowly opened her mouth.
Um
Hm?
Im sorry for the other day when it seemed like my mother sent you away I
believe I couldve have spoken up about it a little better.
When she finished, she gazed at the surface of the tea in her cup and sucked in her
lips. Yuigahama gently rubbed Yukinoshitas shoulders.
No worries at all. Besides, its not like we can just intrude on a family get-together.
Right, Hikki?
Yeah. Its not something you need to beat yourself over.
Thank you.
Yukinoshita expressed a gentle smile, faintly tinged with anxiety, and slightly bowed
her head to Yuigahama and me.
Everything about her conduct was beautiful. Her elongated back, her hands gently
joined together on her lap, her thin and supple fingertips, her long eyelashes that
lined along her closed eyelids.
As I watched all of that in fixation, Yukinoshita lifted her face and our eyes met. We
both frantically turned our faces away from each other.
Sh-Shall we call it a day now? Ill clean up the tea.
As if finding it a little awkward, Yukinoshita stood up in a hurry and began cleaning.
She placed the teapot and cups on a tray, likely planning to clean them outside.
I-Ill go clean them too!
Thats fine, so wait for a moment.
Yukinoshita stopped Yuigahama just as she was about to stand up and hastily left
the room. Yuigahama and I were left alone in the room and we exchanged looks.
Yuigahama made a smile and giggled.

Hey, Yukinons starting to talk about herself a little more. Like you know how before
shed never talk about her family by herself?
Thats yeah, I guess so.
Perhaps, that mightve been her way of getting closer to us. Though, she was
incredibly awkward, abrupt, and slightly off-track. Even though she handled most
things skillfully, there was a crude side to her, too.
No, I wasnt exactly in the position to be saying that about other people at all.
Someday, Ill properly ask. Right now, I really had no idea what things I was allowed
to ask about, but even so, someday, Ill do it for sure.

I parted from Yukinoshita and Yuigahama at the entrance of the school and headed
towards the bicycle parking station.
The sun had mostly set and a chilly, wintry wind blew through the gaps of the school
building. Other clubs had seemingly already concluded their activities, so the
courtyard was very quiet.
As I walked in the courtyard, I could hear a calling voice going Heeeey. I turned
around, but no one was there.
Up, look up!
As I was told, I moved my eyes up. When I did, I was looking just near the student
council room and at the open window was Yukinoshita Haruno waving.
Hey, wait for me, she said, casually, and then disappeared.
What the heck is she doing?
I thought, Seriously, just how much free time does she have? Then, someone else
stood at the window. On closer inspection, it was Isshiki Iroha. She bowed her head,
waved her hand as a goodbye with a smile, and promptly closed the curtains. Whats

with her?

While looking up at the window of the student council room wondering what that
was all about, before long was the sound of light footsteps. I turned in its direction
and Haruno-san was running my way.

Phew, I got totally absorbed in talking with Shizuka-chan and Iroha-chan that it got
super late.
Seemingly having rushed over here, Haruno-san was somewhat short of breath. She
then made glances around the area.
Wheres Yukino-chan? Youre not together?
She has to catch the train.
What the heck. I totally waited for nothing then.

Ehh, werent you totally absorbed in talking earlier? For this person to actually wait
to ambush people is really scary Its likely that after the academic and career
center, Haruno-san warmed herself up in the heated student council room while
keeping her eye on the courtyard. Theres no doubt Isshiki was forced to kill time
with her. Its not even my fault, yet I was feeling apologetic all of a sudden now

As if she was pulling herself together, Haruno-san stood next to me and patted my
shoulders. Okay, Hikigaya-kun will do. Walk me to the station.
Huh?
Haruno-san didnt look satisfied with my response and placed her hand on her waist,
looking sullen. Whats that? Youre going to make a girl walk home this late?
Escorting is a gentlemans role, you know!

Well, generally speaking, youre the one at fault for staying out this late It almost

came out of my throat, but I swallowed it down. Or more correctly, I swallowed my

breath.
Haruno-san held my arm and moved her mouth to my ears as if to have a secret talk
and whispered, You dont get very many chances to go home together with a
beautiful onee-san like me, you know!

Bzzt, a cold chill that wasnt from the winter weather ran up my spine. I took a step
away from her in a panic and Haruno-san giggled in amusement Shes seriously
teasing me. Unlike Isshiki and Komachi, her impish conduct was on the level of a

great demon lord. And as you could see, you couldnt escape from the great demon
lord.
I fanned my hot cheeks and pointed towards the bicycle parking station.
Well, thats fine with me May I go get my bike?
Okay, lets go together then. Haruno-san answered, stood next to me, and we
began walking.

As the situation currently stood, it was already dark and on the way to the station,
there was a park and obscure places like narrow alleys.
I also happened to be a man who lived in a Japanese society that respected
seniority and placed women above men. As such, I was vulnerable to older women.
Ill add that I was also weak to younger women, my little sister included. While Im
at it, I couldnt act strong in front of men as well, so I was essentially a weakling
against all of mankind.
We left the bicycle parking station and exited the side gate. As I pushed my bike
along, Haruno-san and I walked through the night city.
It wasnt all that far to the station. The private houses near the park were still
illuminated, likely to have been decorated during Christmas, and the dark street was
weakly lit up.
Although Haruno-san asked me to walk her, she was quiet along the way. Of course,
I didnt say anything to her either and only the noises of cars driving past, voices
leaking from the private homes, the blowing of the cold winter wind, and our
footsteps could be heard.
Before long, we arrived at a small, bending lane and Haruno-san spoke up for the
first time.
Hikigaya-kun, whats your career path?
Well, the liberal arts.
Oh okay. Youre always reading books, after all. Thats our Literature Boy.
Ahh, no, thats I guess.
Its true that I was reading a book when I met Haruno-san before in the city. But I
was only reading it because it was really awkward It was just my book barrier of
certain death. Due to how lame that reason was, I naturally averted my eyes from
Haruno-san.
But after Haruno-san took a half-step out in front, she leaned slightly forward and
peered into my face.
What kind of books do you read?
Usually anything. I dont read foreign ones though.
Mmhmm. Then, how about Akutagawa or Daizai?
For the most part, Ive read them, but I tend to read general literature more.

Quite frankly, I could enjoy things called literature if I decided to engross myself in it,
but otherwise, the only worthless impressions coming out of me would be Wow,
thats high literature for you! It isnt famous for nothing! This is definitely an
immortal work, so five stars! On that point, entertaining works including light novels
received plenty of flak, but they were still enjoyable even if the content wasnt
appealing, so light novels were the best! Whats with this terrible way of enjoying
things?
As I thought about those things, Haruno-san who was walking beside me nodded
with agreeable responses. She then spoke up.
Okay, so maybe the department of letters wouldnt fit you. I think you might find
social studies or something along those lines more fun, said Haruno-san.
When she told me, my mouth was stuck open. At some point, she started counseling.
I wasnt very satisfied since I wasnt really in the mood for it, but I should probably
accept her good will with gratitude.
Thank you.
Youre welcome. Haruno-san smiled and then coughed. So, did you hear anything
from Yukino-chan about what department shes interested in or anything?

Tch, so this was what she wanted to talk about! What a waste of my thanks
No, I didnt hear anything about her choosing one or the other.
Well, I guess she wouldnt tell you herself. Hikigaya-kun, make sure to ask her,
okay?
She slapped my back. Um, even if you ask me to But I couldnt tell her to ask
Yukinoshita herself. I doubt Yukinoshita would honestly answer her anyway, and I
had yet to ask her myself. I couldnt tell someone to do something that I didnt do.
Make sure to ask her the next time you meet her, said Haruno-san, formally. She
then went Ah as if remembering something. Speaking of which, did you ask
Hayato directly?
Ahh. He told me some things, but he didnt tell me.
Ohh. So Hayato didnt, huh?
Haruno-san removed her gaze from me and ahead towards the main street of the
station that began to come into view. But it looked like she wasnt looking at the
flow of people passing by. Her narrow, nicely shaped eyes were likely not looking at
the present.
I see. So Hayatos expecting something, too.

Expecting what?
Her sudden mutter didnt sound like it was directed to me, but I reflexively
questioned it regardless. Eventually, Haruno-san looked my way and made an
enchanting smile.
Something thatll find him, I guess.
After stating only that, she slightly increased her pace and walked out in front of me.
She flapped the hems of her red coat and did a turn.
Im fine up to here. Were almost at the station anyway. Thanks for walking me.
Right, see you then
As I was about to lightly nod my head, Haruno-san stuck her index finger in front of
my face and continued with a lively voice.
Dont forget to ask Yukino-chan what her career path is. Ill be checking answers
with you next time.
Can you really call that checking answers? I said.
Haruno-san poked my cheek and smiled. Dont sweat the small details. See you!
She did a small wave with her hand and gallantly walked off. I watched her leave as
I rubbed my poked cheek. She continued on without turning around, eventually
being engulfed by the waves of people.
But even in that congestion, Yukinoshita Haruno could still be seen clearly.

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2.
3.
4.
5.

Is the Order a Rabbit?

Jinsei A light novel also published by GaGaGa Bunko.
Another A fake student in the class that is already dead.
Ore, Twintails ni Narimasu Flat is justice.
Real Monk A joke in FF11 on the Japanese servers that refers to players
who actually know martial arts in real life.
6. T-san Copypasta about a monk named T-san who was born at a temple and
goes HAA (Huh!?)
7. A parody of the Satsui no Hado from Street Fighter.

Second Memorandum
Or, it can be anyones monologue.
There was something I came to notice as I continued reading.
To be more specific, it was that I had gone back to the beginning.
These novels certainly did feel similar to me. They even made me think that they
were close to my true nature, or perhaps, my disposition that could very well be
called malignant.
However, that wasnt it.
A different book after the other, I continued searching, without growing weary,
unable to give in. Over and over again, I went through No Longer Human and
Run, Melos!
However, even so, there was something decisively different.
No matter the literary master, no matter the masterpiece, they werent close at all.
For the other party to have addressed you, to have sympathized with you, be
something entirely different was nothing more than despair itself.
Similarities and commonalities were exactly why discrepancies became apparent.
They became distinct. Being so identical meant those differences wouldnt be
forgiven.
I couldnt forgive myself for having expectations, for thinking I had understood, for
thinking I was understood.
Compared to the existence as described in No Longer Human, I was much more
diminutive, cowardly, and vulgar. Dazai didnt realize that he was plagued with a
much paltrier problem.
Then, didnt that make me less than something human? Didnt that make me far
more lonely and apprehensive than the tyrant king?
Further. To think I utilized influential literature for the sake of attaining answers to
my own problems and for the sake of something so extremely selfish and personal
made me disgusted with myself. Just how shallow, just how foolish, and just how
unsightly I was. The reason why I picked out these books werent for purification or
for my own growth.
All I wanted was to blame myself by way of the truth. I wanted the farce
of altruistic self-interest to be seen through.

With the eyes that looked this way from outside.

Thats why I had expectations.
That maybe if it was this book or that maybe if it was that person who was
unusually more sensitive to the evils of people, I thought, perhaps, they might find
me. Perhaps they might see right through me.
Yet, despite looking at the things that were so close to me, despite seeing right
through everything else, I was the only one who wasnt looked at.
It was so much more painful than being admonished and being looked down on.